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missgraylock · 1 month ago

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My Ride or Die

Summary: Late one night, you're attacked outside the library—your bag stolen and safety shattered. But someone saw everything. A mysterious stranger steps in to recover what was lost. What begins as a random rescue soon hints at deeper intentions and unexpected connections.

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This one-shot is inspired by biker Wonwoo in the Thunder MV (swoon). It's not proof read, and English is not my first language.

I would love to get feedback, so feel free to leave it in the comments!

pairing: non!idol Wonwoo x fem reader genre: romance, slow burn (kinda), smut word count: 5k rating: 18+ minors dni warnings: soft dom! Wonwoo, unprotected sex (don't do this), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, pet name (babygirl, beautiful), spanking, hair pulling, possessiveness.

divider by: @cafekitsune

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“Hey Y/n, I’m about to leave so you’ll be the last one here, take care of yourself ok?” Your friend Emily patted your back softly.

“Don’t worry,” you stretched your arms groaning “I just have to finish this chapter and then I’m heading home.” You did your best to give her a reassuring smile, even though you’re clearly running out of steam.

“Alright, text me when you’re home,” Emily swung her backpack over her shoulders and headed for the exit, “stay safe!”.

The library was dead silent now, and dusk was quickly settling outside.

After staring at the screen for 10 more minutes, you capitulated. “Aish, I don’t have another word in me” you whispered to yourself, slamming the laptop cover shut and packing your crossbody bag.

You exit the university library only to meet a wall of heavy and humid air. It’s so thick you could’ve cut it with a knife.

The bus stop is gratefully only a short walk down the street, as you can feel your exhaustion setting in. Your mind is buzzing with scientific terms and theories. You’re currently writing an essay about individuals growing up in high-crime environments like organized crime groups, and the barriers they face trying to leave that lifestyle behind. You always found offender rehabilitation fascinating work, and it’s what you’ve set your mind on as your future career.

A loud growl from an engine revving breaks through the dense air, and you barely manage to turn around before you flinch as a motorbike almost hits your sides. You feel a hard tug as the unidentifiable shape of the rider reaches for your bag strap.

“Hey! Get the fuck off of me!” You yell as his bike comes to a short stop on the sidewalk, he’s clearly surprised that you’re not forfeiting your bag that easily. You can’t see his face through the dark visor of his helmet, and he’s pulling frantically and with a force you just can’t match.

You suddenly tumble over hard on your knees as he snatches the entire bag from you, your skin breaking on the rough concrete, skin poking out through your ripped jeans.

You’re quickly trying a different strategy, now pleading. “Please, I need my laptop and my keys!”. He’s already fully back on his bike, revving up. You try to get up, but your knees hurt too much. You’re kneeling in a defeated pose as he disappears down the street.

Your whole body is tense, but you can feel the rush of adrenaline subsiding now. Tears well in your eyes, and you can feel the painful sting of your bloodied knees. Your only consolation is that your phone is still in your jeans back pocket, unschated from the whole ordeal.

You scroll through your contacts, finding Emily. It rings for a couple of seconds.

“Y/n? Are you back home?” She asks you casually.

“Actually uhm, I need a place to stay tonight - and I probably have to call the police”.

—---

Wonwoo’s perspective

Tonight’s heat is taking him by surprise, small droplets of sweat uncomfortable settling underneath the helmet and his leather jacket.

“Just one more job, and I’m done. Forever” he whispers to himself.

Traffic has halted in an unusual evening gridlock down the street, and he’s scouting for opportunities to weave his wave through the lines of cars.

He finds a narrow path along the sidewalk, just wide enough for a motorbike, and elegantly navigates towards it.

His ears suddenly perk up as an engine is revving loudly further down the street, right outside the university grounds.

His eyes follow a small motorbike speeding up, dangerously close to the sidewalk. He gasps as the rider abruptly reaches out towards a lone girl, who seems completely unaware of the danger she’s in.

Wonwoo’s mind is racing. “I need to help her”, but the narrow path ahead is suddenly blocked by a car wavering to the side. He’s trapped.

He quickly straightens his legs to get a bird’s eye view of the rider’s attack against you. He sees that you’re putting up a fight for your bag. “Let go, you’ll get hurt”, he whispers to himself.

As he sees you fall over, he focuses on the rider now with your bag slung over his own shoulder. “Green and yellow. Black helmet”, he loudly notes.

The path ahead finally opens as the thieving rider disappears in the dark. It’s time for Wonwoo to rev his engine now, determined to hunt down the thief.

As he passes your kneeling shape on the sidewalk, he throws you a quick glance. It’s only for a couple of seconds, but he can tell by your expression that you’re devastated.

He soars through the traffic, until yet another gridlock appears. As he tries to get a better view of the vehicles up ahead, he spots a green and yellow bike. It has to be the thief.

Wonwoo weaves through the cars to get closer, but the rider suddenly steers his bike off the street and into an alleyway.

Trying to keep a discreet appearance, Wonwoo slowly guides his large bike to a wall close to the alleyway. He slides his helmet off, quickly ruffling his damp, long hair in an attempt to relieve his overheating body. The maroon leather gloves stay on.

He peeks around the corner into the dark alleyway. Only a couple of meters away, the thief has his back turned against the street, unexpectedly rummaging through several bags on the ground.

“Leave them”, Wonwoo’s voice is deep and assertive. The thief startles and turns around.

“And who the fuck are you?” His voice has an aggressive and desperate tone.

“It doesn’t matter, you’re going to drop the bags and leave before it’s too late” Wonwoo states coolly. The thief is dwarfed by Wonwoo’s height. The alleway is somewhat blocked by his broad back and wide stance. His arms are crossed in front of him, creating a threatening and unrelenting aura.

“The hell I won’t!” The thief suddenly lunges for Wonwoo. With a lightning move, Wonwoo curls his fingers around his neck. He’s thrown to the ground, face planted on the hard concrete below.

“I said, leave before it’s too late”. The thief wriggles against Wonwoo’s tightening grip. He’s clearly struggling to get enough air in his lungs in this position. They stay like this for a moment, but the culprit's body suddenly relaxes.

“Let go of me, I’ll leave the fucking bags. There’s nothing good in there anyway”. Wonwoo loosens his grip, and the thief is fast on his feet, bolting for his green and yellow bike on the sidewalk. Wonwoo sighs, and grabs the bags. He pops the little storage compartment lid on his own bike, storing the bags safely as he makes his way home, the thief long gone with his tail between his legs.

Back home in the somewhat stuffy two-bedroom apartment, Wonwoo empties one of the bags on the kitchen counter. Its contents are three Burt’s Bees lip balms, a set of keys barely visible around a heavy key chain, featuring a small, purple wolf plushie, a tiny frame around what looks like a male celebrity of some sort (Wonwoo snorts at the overly cute peace sign he’s doing), and an assortment of small trinkets and bows tied to the main chain. There’s also a beat up laptop. This isn’t what he’s looking for though. He sticks his hand back into the bag, finding a small compartment closed with a zipper. “There we go”, he says as he’s unzipping it, finding a small card holder inside. He goes through the stack of cards until he sees your SNU student card. A bright and rather cute face lights up the frame. “This must have been taken at the start of the term,” he smiles faintly, “she looks optimistic”. In the box next to your portrait, it says your full name and which department you study at. “Criminology huh,” he says to himself with a huff of amusement. Wonwoo’s got a new mission now.

—---

It’s been a few days since the attack, but you’re determined to not let it ruin your momentum in your undergraduate studies. You’re back at campus, with a replacement laptop safely stored in a backpack you’ve borrowed from Emily. She figured it would be harder to steal that way.

“I can’t believe how useless the police are, are we making a mistake studying criminology?” Emily frowns and chuckles besides you. You don a tight smile, sighing loudly.

“But someone has to make it better?” Your other friend Yon chimes in enthusiastically.

The three of you are approaching the sidewalk when you spot a large man in front of you, leaning on a black and silver motorbike. You come to a stop, all three of you taking in sharp breaths at his striking appearance. He’s got a sharp jawline, his hair tousled in waves, perfectly framing his long but beautifully defined features.

His eyes catching yours with an intensity that makes you instantly flustered.

“Y/n?”. Emily clutches her chest dramatically from the sound of his deep voice.

“I- yes?” You stutter, heat rising in your cheeks. “I think I’ve found something that belongs to you”, he doesn’t wait for your response before he pops a lid and reaches for something inside. All three of you stand frozen in awe in front of the handsome stranger.

You cock your head slightly and can see that he’s fishing out your beat up crossbody bag from the compartment. Yon grabs your forearm tightly, her jaw almost fully on the floor now. Wonwoo hands you the bag, with a relaxed and somewhat unreadable expression on his face. You’re stunned. “I can’t believe this! Where did you find it?”, your eyes meet his again. “Just somewhere I parked a couple of blocks from here. It was left on the sidewalk.” Your face turns into a big grin. “I don’t know how to thank you! I don’t think most people would bother returning this to me”. You’re suddenly feeling grateful for the stranger’s kindness. The fact that he’s incredibly attractive doesn’t help. “It’s no big deal, really” he says coolly, reaching for the gloves on his motorbike’s seat. You realize that he’s preparing to leave. Yon starts to tug hard on your sleeve now, and Emily joins in nodding towards you, trying to give you a hint.

As he’s slipping on his gloves, you go for it. “What’s your name by the way?”. He looks up at you now, hesitating slightly. “It’s Wonwoo”, he says after a pause. You swear you could hear Yon do a low whine next to you. You do a sharp intake of air, preparing yourself for what’s to come next. “I really want to pay you back Wonwoo, can I take you for a drink?”. You can tell he’s surprised now. It’s not that common for a woman to ask a man out like this. “I completely understand if it’s weird and you don’t want to, I-” You’re floundering. He suddenly interrupts you, smirking slightly. “Hmm, why not. Hand me your phone” he says assertively. You unlock your phone, and hand it to him. Emily and Yon are positively bouncing at your sides now, barely able to contain their excitement. He slides his gloves back off, and inputs his number, calling it so he also has yours. As he hands your phone back to you, his fingers slide carefully over yours, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’ll be seeing you then, Y/n”, he casually states as he’s pulling his gloves and his helmet back on. “Yeah, see you soon Wonwoo!” You respond way too enthusiastically, earning a giggle from your two friends. You’re all basically swooning as he pulls out on the street, disappearing among the cars ahead.

“Holy shit” Emily finally says. You’re still too stunned to speak. “Y/n, I’m so proud of you, where the hell did that confidence come from?”. All you could do was shake your head, as you exhaled and started to laugh. You were all soon hysterically laughing, cheering on the sidewalk.

—---

You hadn’t had the best luck with men. After a string of disappointments you had decided to decenter it all and just focus on your friends and your studies. Your current feelings therefore surprised you, Wonwoo on your mind 24/7. There was something about his gesture of returning your things to you that spoke so loudly. He’s clearly a selfless guy, doing something like that for a stranger. After such a harrowing experience, his actions healed something in you. You tried telling yourself that you’re nurturing a fantasy about a guy you barely know, but the chemistry between you was undeniable, and the crush was in full swing.

A few days had passed and you hadn’t heard from him, admitting to yourself that it was you who had invited him out, and that you probably should contact him first. You were lying in your bed late at night, overthinking your next step as your phone lit up. He’s calling you. Your pulse suddenly quickens.

“Hi it’s Y/n?”, you answer.

“Hi Y/n, it’s Wonwoo”, he says in a husky voice “is it too late to talk?”. His voice sounds so good, you feel your eyes flutter.

“Not at all, I’m really awake”, you emphasise. “Oh, is there something on your mind?”. Your cheeks heat up at his question.

“Maybe… I’m thinking about someone”, you have a coy tone to your voice now, and it’s very deliberate. There’s a little pause between you.

“Really, tell me about this someone”, he’s playing along.

“Well, he’s quite tall”, you’re nervously twirling a lock of your hair now “and kinda handsome, I guess” Wonwoo snickers lowly.

You’re flirting back and forth for a while, and it’s all so effortless. It’s like you’ve known him for ages. There’s no awkwardness in your flowing conversation. You decide to switch it up before you both get carried away.

“Wonwoo, I feel like it’s a bit unfair that you know more about me than I know about you”. There’s a beat of silence.

“Alright babygirl, ask away”. The nickname throws you for a loop, but you’re set on reeling yourself in and focusing on the task at hand.

“Well, what do you do for work?”, you try to keep your voice steady.

“I collect and deliver stuff”, he doesn’t elaborate further.

“Oh, like for a delivery service?” you ask.

“Yeah, something like that”.

Your instincts tell you that there’s more to the story, but you don’t want to press it - yet. There’s something about his secretive aura that tingles your spider senses, and it just makes you even more fascinated by him. A faint alarm goes off in the back of your mind though. You decide to change the subject, and your conversation flows again, talking about music and movies you both like, and how you’re imagining the future. It feels safe and intimate. You can’t help but feel a bond slowly but surely forming between you. You’ve been talking for hours when you’re suddenly yawning. “You need to rest babygirl, can I come pick you up tomorrow evening?”, he asks.

“Sounds good, do I need to bring something?”, you feel the excitement bubbling in your chest now. “A warm jacket, since you’ll be behind me on the bike”. Your jaw drops, imagining how it’s going to feel to wrap your arms around him as you swerve through traffic. “Alright, see you tomorrow Wonwoo”, you smile. “See you soon beautiful”. As he hangs up, you get to your feet and jump around carefully on your bedroom floor, squealing.

—---

You exit your apartment building excitedly, wearing a skater skirt that ends right above your knees, a loose t-shirt tucked into it and a leather jacket. He’s already waiting for you, leaning against his bike, helmet in hand. He’s wearing long black jeans, a white t-shirt and his signature maroon leather jacket. He’s even more handsome than you remembered, and you bite your lip instinctively. He looks up and smiles as he sees you. As you close in on him, you lean up on your toes and place a quick peck on his cheek. His smile broadens even more.

“I’ve got something for you”, he reaches back and picks up another helmet, slightly smaller than his.

“You’ll need this”. You reach out to take it, but he’s already placing it carefully on your head, making sure it’s secured properly.

“I’m a bit worried about your bare legs, but you’ll just have to tuck them close to mine”, he smirks. You’re almost completely made of jelly now from his words and actions, and you haven’t even left yet.

He puts on his own helmet now, and swings his leg across the seat. You do the same, settling behind him. You make sure to tuck your legs next to his, and you lean forward against his broad back. As your arms reach around his waist and you clasp your fingers at the front, he rolls out on the street.

You drive for what seems like at least an hour, exiting the city and finding smaller roads. It’s silent and intimate between you, as you find yourself relaxing against his body as if you’d done it a hundred times before. There’s suddenly craggy hills surrounding you, as you roll down a narrow path. You can make out what looks like sand and water ahead, as the tangy smell of the ocean hits your senses.

A wide beach opens up ahead, with a few buildings scattered along it.

As you roll up outside one of the larger buildings with a B&B sign outside, Wonwoo stops and sets the motorbike in park.

You lift yourself slowly off of the bike, feeling a stiffness in your limbs after the long ride.

He closes in on you, and lifts the helmet off of your head, doing his own next.

You look around and take in the calm and serene landscape, small waves crashing against the shore. It’s a quiet and warm evening, but the fresh oceanside breeze is a welcome respite from the humid city air.

“This place is so pretty”, you say, as you feel him reaching for your hand.

You close your fingers around his.

“Come, let’s get something to drink”, he says in his usual calm but assertive tone.

You get a couple of non-alcoholic drinks as Wonwoo’s driving, and you find a secluded bench on the porch outside, overlooking the wide and empty beach in front of you. You sit next to each other, your thighs ghosting each other. The drink is refreshing, the temperature is comfortable and it’s still not cold, even though dusk is settling.

Wonwoo wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him lightly.

“Y/n, there’s something you need to know about me”, you look up at him expectedly now. “I want to be completely honest with you, so you can choose to walk away if that’s what you want”. You feel a tinge of anxiety in your chest now.

“Ok, what is it?”. He hesitates for a bit. He explains how he grew up in a broken home, with a mother who was drinking and a father that was gambling. His father made one of the biggest mistakes you can do, as he took out a loan from an infamous gang to cover his gambling debts. When he couldn’t pay back, loan sharks started showing up at his family’s door and the threats escalated.

“I figured I had the solution, so I offered to help them collect and deliver drugs and weapons across the city, in exchange for my father’s debt”. This territory is not unfamiliar for you, but you had never really known anyone involved in these kinds of activities. Maybe you were naive to trust him, but he hadn’t given you any reasons to doubt his values and inner motivations. His circumstances weren't his fault.

His fingers tighten around your shoulder now, pulling you even closer.

“I understand if this is too much for you. I’m almost out now, but I’m fully responsible for what I’ve chosen to involve myself in”.

You look up at him, and your eyes meet tenderly. You can sense sorrow and regret there, buried deep somewhere in him.

“Wonwoo, I can tell who you are. And I still want you just like you are”.

The air between you is thick with emotion, and there’s almost a crackle in the air.

You lean into him, catching his lips in a careful kiss, testing the waters.

He responds immediately, cupping your check with his other hand. He deepens the kiss, both of your eyes fluttering shut from the passion and heat you’re sharing. You can’t help but let out a sigh, the intensity between you igniting a need deep in your body. He notices it, and it just spurs him on.

He suddenly lifts you into his lap, and you wrap an arm around behind his broad shoulder, and the other one across his chest.

The rhythmic sound of waves crashing in the otherwise silent night is hypnotic, while you pull each other even closer.

Wonwoo’s hand slips from your cheek and down towards your thigh, bare under your skirt.

“Can I?” He asks ardently, you whisper yes, and he slides his hand further up your thigh, his fingertips gently scraping your skin. You can feel a heat pooling in your core, as his touches make you increasingly needy.

He stops just shy of your core, and rubs your inner thigh gently. Your kisses have gone from slow and passionate to borderline animalistic now.

He suddenly leans back from you slightly.

“We should stop babygirl, I want to make this better for you”.

You whine slightly at the loss of his lips, but you agree. It’s getting cold and dark outside.

You expect him to lift you off of his lap, but he’s hoisting you up instead, carrying you bridal style.

You can’t stop giggling, as his large frame envelops you and he’s carrying you effortlessly towards the lobby. You can’t help but preen at his strength, nuzzling your nose against his neck and taking in his delicious, masculine scent.

He doesn’t even put you down as he asks for a vacant room, making the clerk rather flustered as he tries to keep a professional tone with the two of you. Wonwoo however seems completely unaffected, clearly a man yet again on a mission.

As soon as you’re in the spacious room, he slides you down to the floor so you’re standing flush against his chest. You’re immediately on his lips again, and the kisses are deep and desperate.

“Can I undress you babygirl?”, you nod, and he slides his hands underneath your t-shirt, lifting it off of you. His eyes trail down to your pink lace bra, your nipples already visibly stiff under the thin fabric.

He draws in a sharp breath.

“God, you look delicious, I’m going to take my sweet time with you,” he leans forward as his lips ghost your ear, “all night”.

You can’t hope but moan at the implications of his words. You marvel at your current situation, lost in the countryside with the hottest man you’ve ever seen, and he’s clearly down bad for you as well.

He reaches around your back unclasping your bra, and throws it carefully behind him. He stops for a beat to fully take in your undressed curves.

“So pretty”, he bites his lower lip as his gaze is fixed on your plump and bare chest.

His hands slide up your sides now, deliberately stroking your hard nipples as he’s softly kissing and sucking a pattern down your neck. You whine slightly as he’s sucking harder on the point where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Just marking you as mine”, he says in a husky voice. He continues to trail kisses down to your breast, creating another small bruise on your soft flesh.

As you pull him closer, you can feel his hard bulge pressing against your belly. It’s unsurprisingly massive.

He wraps his hands around your waist now, and lifts you towards the end of the bed, carefully laying you down on your back against the mattress.

Your face is a light pink flush. You breathe heavily, and you can feel slick pooling in your lacy panties.

Wonwoo stands before you, pulling his t-shirt off to reveal the most chiseled set of abs you’ve ever seen. He catches your lingering gaze, and smirks.

The tension in the room is hot and heavy, and your skin feels like it’s on fire as he crawls towards you. He settles his bulge directly on your core, his elbows on each side of your head.

“Did I tell you that you’re beautiful?”, his lips yet again crashes into yours before you can answer, as you feel the weight of his body on you.

He suddenly sits back, kneeling between your legs. His large hands find purchase on each of your thighs, slowly sliding downwards to your core.

“Can I take care of you babygirl?”

You whimper and nod, and his fingers reach for your drenched panties, pulling them off completely. He wraps your skirt over your belly, fully exposing your slicked up slit.

“Look at the state you’re in, did I do this?” He smirks teasingly at you, but you can only whine needily now.

He puts two fingers close to your wet hole, and slides his fingers slowly upwards your slit. He places his other hand right above your pubic bone, pressing slightly.

You gasp as his fingertips find your clit, putting pressure against it as he starts a circular motion.

“I’m going to play with you all night, having this pretty pussy come for me over and over again”, his dirty words make your eyes roll back as you moan.

He leans further down, and you can feel his hot breath on your inner thighs now.

His tongue swipes your slit as he removes his fingers from your bud, and puts two of them inside you instead. His mouth soon covers your bud, flicking it and sucking with an increasing intensity. You can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut as your body starts to tense up with pleasure.

He starts to slide his fingers in and out of you now, continuing his rhythmic licking and sucking.

“Come for me babygirl, I’m going to fuck you so good after this”, the thought of his big cock sliding in and out of you instead of his fingers finally sends you over your edge. Your toes curl and your body convulses in the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. He keeps the steady rhythm, making sure your orgasm continues for as long as possible. He’s lapping at your juices now, letting out a moan.

“I can’t believe how wet and tight you are. Just so perfect for me.” Even though you just came, you can already feel a neediness building in your core.

As he sits up, he’s reaching to unzip your skirt. You stop him and do it yourself.

“You get those pants off please”, you bite your lip expectedly.

He rises from the bed, unbuckling his belt and pulls down both his jeans and shorts in one go. You inhale sharply as his huge cock slaps against his stomach. It’s hard and slightly red, with a bead of precum on the tip.

He looks at you with a hungry gaze now, and you instinctively crawl backwards on the bed.

He kneels in front of you again, placing his hands on your hips and turns you around in a quick motion. You find yourself with your face against the pillow.

“Open up wide for me now babygirl”, he says as his hands spread your thighs to the side.

You’re trembling with anticipation.

“Wonwoo please”, you whine.

“Please what, beautiful?” you hear from behind you.

“Please, I need your cock in me” you’re begging now, and he snickers.

A loud moan escapes you as you feel his tip against your slit, his large frame heavy against your back.

His lips meet your ear. “You’re going to be a good girl for me and take everything I give you, alright?”. His tip still lingers at your entrance.

“Yes yes! I promise I’ll be good!” you whine, and he’s pushing in now.

You moan as you feel his wide cock stretch you out deliciously. He’s slowly sliding it in and out of you, making sure you adjust to his size without any pain.

“Harder, I need it hard and fast” you cry at him.

He suddenly pulls you up by the hips so you’re on all fours.

His hand reaches for your long locks, pulling you back against him, his cock still placed firmly inside you.

Your back is flush against his chest now, your back arching to make sure he stays in its place.

“Do you know the light system babygirl?”, he whispers in your ear.

“Uhu, I’m really green” you stutter, feeling his hard cock twitch inside you.

“Good”, he leans you forward again, but he keeps a firm grip on your hair.

He suddenly starts slamming in and out of you again. The pace is punishing but not painful. You can’t help but scream in pleasure.

You suddenly feel a sharp sting on your ass, making you scream even louder. He slaps you again, your skin reddening from the abuse.

He lets go of your hair now, snaking his hand down underneath your belly to your bud. He starts massaging it in a determined rhythm.

“Yes, make me cum again Wonwoo”, he moans at your words and applies even more pressure.

You yet again spill over the edge as he coaxes another orgasm from you, leaving you shaking on his cock, the orgasm still lingering.

“I want you to cum in me, please” you’re pleading again.

“You want me to fill up this pretty pussy? Make you completely mine?” He grunts possessively.

“Please, I want to be yours, want your cum dripping out of me”. At your final plea his cock twitches hard and he cums deep in your pussy. You feel load after load of hot, warm cum fill you up in small thrusts. Wonwoo moans as he empties himself in you fully, sweat trickling down his forehead.

He collapses beside you, wrapping an arm around your back. He pulls you close, nuzzling his nose against yours. Both of your eyes close as you exhale from the dwindling intensity. Your bodies feel spent and soft from all the pleasure.

After a while, he opens his eyes.

“Hey, so guess what”, he asks.

You run your fingers through his damp hair, basking in his naked closeness.

“What?”

“You’re my girl now”. You giggle at his words, suddenly feeling emotional as you snuggle closer to your lover.

・❥・

Masterlist Wonwoo x reader // Fallout AU

#svt fic #svt x reader #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo smut #svt hard hours #kpop smut #wonwoo x reader #seventeen fic #svthub

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neoyuno · 5 months ago

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butterflies | jww (m)

backstage rendezvous with your boyfriend, or wonwoo receives an award from the star of the night who happens to be a great singer iykwim

Pairing | idol!wonwoo x popstar!reader

Genre + warnings | established relationship, smut—oral (m receiving), slight voyeurism, sex in semi-public places, (consensual) erotic photography, dirty talk, petname usage, softdom!wonwoo, kissing

Word count | 2.3K

Notes | surprise! hope you love some 🎤ing wonwoo backstage 💋 can be read as a stand alone, or read other parts here!

Good to Me (M) & No Biting (M)

“Baby, you’ll get lip gloss on your face. I can’t ruin your makeup.” You try pushing him away but his hands grip your waist firmly, keeping you in place against the vanity in the comfort of your assigned dressing room backstage.

His eyes scan you from head to toe and back, fingers coming down to play with the exposed part of you leg due to the slit in your dress.

“You look so gorgeous in this dress.” He merely replies, “Can’t wait to go home and give you your 5th award of the night.” He smirks and you blush, grasping his biceps over the fabric of his black suit.

“Fifth? I’ve only won three so far.” You smile when his lips made contact with your neck, kissing and licking softly. “And I was was nominated for four only.”

“And you’ll win the fourth one too.” Wonwoo groans against your neck when he hears a soft moan leave your lips. “And the fifth is right here.” He places your hand over his pants, the very obvious outline matching the hard feeling in your palm.

“Wonu, I can’t, I need to perform in 40 minutes…” you want to push him away, you really do, but the way his lips dance against your skin is incredibly addictive.

“Let me eat you out, then.” His smirk appears once more before he leans and bites your lower lip, earning a gasp from you.

“I can’t, I’m wearing a one piece under and I can’t take this whole thing off, baby.” You sigh and he pouts at you. “But I can help you, sit down.”

“No, baby… you don’t have to.” The way his eyes soften makes you want to jump him even more. “You’ll ruin your makeup.” He says sweetly, but the smug smirk on his face told you everything that was in his mind.

“I’m getting my makeup re-done before going up. Sit down.” You push him, but he doesn’t budge. “I can’t let you go back out there with a boner. Not to boost your ego, but it is too noticeable.” He quirks an eyebrow at the last thing you say and you roll your eyes.

“Oh yeah? And why is that?” He asks with a smile when you push him softly, obviously not with enough force to make him sit down—but he does as you ask.

“Do you want me to suck your dick or not? Because I can just leav- oh!” Your rambling is interrupted when you feel his strong hands grip your ass over the 4 layers of puffy fabric.

“Can I photograph us?” Wonwoo asks and your eyes go wide at such a request. Your boyfriend had a vast collection of intimate photos of you (that he developed himself and kept safe). Photographs varying from tame lingerie pics that could easily be normal magazine shoots to incredibly crude pics of you spread out in bed, covered in his cum and fucking yourself with your fingers.

These photos, however, were all taken in the privacy of your or his home, never in public or semi-public places—but the fact that he was asking it tonight made you incredibly needy.

“You just look incredibly pretty tonight and I need to remember how pretty you’ll look with these glossy lips around me.”

His hand reaches out to your face immediately after your knees bent to squat in front of him, caressing your cheek before he dips his thumb beyond your lips and onto your tongue, earning himself a soft moan from you.

“Mhm, but I need to be quick. I only have 15 minutes before I get called into makeup.” He nodded and removed his thumb from your mouth to grab his camera from your purse—a cute and expensive digital camera that had snapped many of your memories as a couple.

Your hands trail from his knees and up his thighs, stopping right before his pelvis to squeeze the meaty part of his thighs. Despite having barely touched him, you can tell he was already loosing control, the way his dark eyes stare at you through his specs told you everything.

“Look at me, baby.” With the camera pointing at you, you put on your best pleading eyes as your two hands lay softly on his clothed erection. A white flash instantly graced your face and your boyfriend shifted on his seat.

“So fucking perfect…” Wonwoo groaned and you giggled softly as your fingers curl under his waistband—long, manicured nails slightly scraping the skin under his belly button—to work on unbuckling his designer belt in efforts of freeing his (not so) little friend.

Wonwoo couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath when you fingers make contact with his sensitive bulge after unbuttoning his pants.

“Do I really look that good that you are this hard?” You gasp, slightly shocked upon discovering his red glistening tip and the accented vein up his shaft.

Your wide eyes adorned by the sparkly purple eyeshadow and curly long lashes was just about enough to throw him over the edge. He couldn’t point what it was about you tonight that made you look like you descended from Heaven and into his arms—or between his legs, if you may.

“So fucking beautiful.” He cursed lowly, “please…”

Your hand reached out to engulf his shaft, a sharp hiss leaving his lips at the sudden touch of your cold hands. The embellished nails made your hands look even prettier wrapped around his cock as you slowly pumped.

“I can’t wait for this thing to be over.” You muttered before leaning forwards to kiss his tip, the leaking precum mixing with your shimmery lipgloss, earning a moan from your boyfriend. “I want to ride you so bad.”

“I promise I’ll let you ride me when we get home, angel. But you’ll have to let me taste you first.” A groan interrupted his talking when your mouth engulfed the head of his cock, the wet warm feeling sending goosebumps up his body. “Fuck, such a good girl…”

“Take a photo.” You said before engulfing his head again, your soft hand pumping his shaft lazily as he snapped another shot.

“I wish you could see just how pretty you look with your mouth stuffed.”

A hum escaped your throat at the taste of him, you absolutely loved having him in your mouth—his reactions enough to bring you pleasure. Wonwoo sneaked his free hand to interlace it with yours, his thumb mindlessly caressing the back of your hand, while your other hand pumped whatever your mouth wasn’t covering.

“I have never wanted an award show to end so fast before, can’t we make an excuse and leave?” He groaned when you removed him from your mouth to run your tongue along the pretty vein in his shaft—another shot taken, making you smile before kissing his length.

You giggled at his voice, shaking your head slightly before swirling your tongue around his tip. “Don’t you think it would be weird for the rest of Seventeen to be here and it so happens that both Wonwoo and ____ left?” You kissed down his length. “Wouldn’t that be suspicious? You want your fans to find out their sweet Wonwoo just couldn’t wait to fuck his girlfriend, whom they think is his best friend?”

He groaned loudly and you panicked for a second before remembering that due to the event outside, his groans were the last thing people would be able to hear.

“Don’t talk like that, I can’t handle this…” he admitted, cheeks rosy and eyes droopy, which completely shut when your mouth sucked his balls without warning—drawing yet another loud moan from your boyfriend as he shivered.

“Mmm, you’re doing so well, baby.” Your boyfriend rasped as he fought the urge to run his fingers through your hair and make a mess of your pretty hairdo. Instead, he opted for taking a photo of your sparkly eyes and hollowed cheeks sucking his balls.

“I swear every time you taste better.” The saliva pooling on your tongue made it easy to glide up from the base of his shaft to his frenulum, where it lingered in teasing flicks.

“You’re so perfect…” even during the most crude moments, Wonwoo’s lips could only slip praises and compliments.

With a smile, you take a deep breath before engulfing his length once more, trying to fit him as much as you could. You could feel tears forming while you relaxed your jaw and breath through your nose—the tip of his cock kissing your throat deliciously. Wonwoo’s hands couldn’t help but tremble, camera falling on the floor as he struggled to contain a rough groan that ripped right from his chest. If it wasn’t for the fluffy rug under, his latest artworks would’ve been lost.

The fabric of your panties suddenly became sticky at the sound of his deep moans while your head bobbed around his cock. You were sure your makeup was ruined by now, there was saliva dropping down your chin and into the palm of your hand which stroked the generous part your mouth couldn’t fit.

Upon seeing your shut eyes and feeling you gag softly, Wonwoo reminded you breath and take it slow.

“Slow down, baby.” He murmured lazily, “As much as I love fucking your mouth, I can’t have you fainting on me, my love.”

You could only whine at his words, your hips suddenly humping the air and pussy clenching, yearning to feel his big cock stretching you out and fucking you dumb. At that point you didn’t even care about your performance, let alone the last and most important award of the night.

All you wanted was to ride your boyfriend and have him fill you up until you were both in tears and too tired to move. Suddenly a knock on the door made you both freeze in place.

“Take it out!” Wonwoo whispered upon seeing you frozen, eyes wide and mouth still around his dick.

“You gotta be in makeup in 10 minutes, ____!” You heard your manager say, who spoke again after a minutes of silence. “Is everything alright?”

Your boyfriend urged you answer, but you couldn’t help but smirk. Removing yourself with a drag of your tongue that made him shiver, you then kept your tongue playing with his tip and your hands teasing his shaft and balls as you spoke.

“Yeah! Everything is great, I just needed to take care of some stuff before going out.” you heard you boyfriend choke a moan when you took half his length in your mouth again, making you giggle.

“Okay, you got 7 minutes! Don’t be late.”

“Mhm” you hummed and wonwoo’s eyes rolled to the back of hiss head at the vibrating feeling.

“I’m so close, baby…” his chest heaved, the slight cleavage of his shirt gave you a perfect view of small droplets of sweat glistening on his toned chest.

“You’re so good at that, princess.” He breathed out, your throaty contracting around his length made his shiver again. He couldn’t do much but fight the urge to grab you by the hair and chole you out like you like. “Keep going, pretty, I’m gonna cum and fill that pretty mouth of yours.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing at the sounds of his voice growing deeper and hoarse. The desire to have him cum in your face clouded your brain, but that would have to wait. A particular gag of your throat was the last straw to send him over the edge.

With foggy glasses, he gripped harshly at the arms of the chair he sat on, a harsh groan leaving his throat as he released his climax in your throat. The warm feeling of his thick cum going down your throat snapped the coil in your lower tummy as you swallowed him whole with a whine.

“Take it all, princess. Look at those pretty plump lips, pretty mouth full of my cum and no one will know. Did you just cum, baby?”

With teary eyes you managed to nod, gagging once more around his softening length before removing him completely.

“Such a good girl.” He whispered while pulling you in for a kiss, only huffing when you whined about his makeup being ruined. The salty taste of his cum was still fresh on your tongue. “Thank you, pretty.”

“I can’t believe you came from sucking me off.” He laughed as you sat on his lap for a quick cuddle.

“Shut up,” you playfully hit his chest. “I feel so uncomfortable right now, I need you inside me so bad.”

“Don’t tempt me, I’m only containing myself because you told me to.”

“I know…”

“If not, I would have you folded in-“

A knock on the door interrupted you once more.

“C’mon, ______, you have 2 minutes to get to makeup!” Your manager yelled from the other side of the door as you stood up and made yourself presentable.

“Going!” You yelled, turning to your boyfriend who was now fixing his pants and making sure his boner was gone. “I’ll see you later, baby. Wait a couple of minutes after I leave.”

Wonwoo gave you a quick peck before buckling his belt. As you placed your hand on the handle you turned to him again.

“I’ll hold you to the promise of letting me ride you later, by the way.”

“I’ll do more than let you ride me, pretty.” He winked as you left, crouching down to grab his camera and look through the photos. The sight of the earlier happenings only a preview of the long night awaiting.

NEOYUNO 2025

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hoshifighting · 1 year ago

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this is sooo random because i had this thought while taking a shower but could you do seventeen’s reaction thinking the reader is getting on their knees, about to suck their dick but the reader is actually trying to to tie their shoes LMAO

(anyways have a great day/night and stay healthy 💝)

Seventeen reaction thinking the you are getting on their knees, about to suck their dick but you are actually trying to to tie their shoes

WARNINGS: mentions of oral sex (m. receiving)

seungcheol's sitting on the couch, his thick thighs spread lazily as he leans back, a smirk playing on his lips. when you kneel down in front of him, his smile widens, and he bites his lower lip, his head falling back. he’s clearly expecting something else, and as you start to tie his shoelaces, he gets a bit confused. "what are you doing?" he asks, confusion in his eyes. you glance up, when you notice his expectation your head suddenly switch gears, unzipping his pants. his breath hitches as you take him into your mouth, and his head falls back again, a low groan escaping his lips. "hmm, yes!" he moans between a smile.

jeonghan - you're in the elevator heading up to soonyoung's apartment. as you kneel down, jeonghan's eyes darken. "damn baby, right here?" he murmurs, his hands already working on the button of his jeans. but then you lower further, your fingers fumbling with his timberlands. you glance up, confusion in your eyes, then realization hits. "jeonghan!" you exclaim, laughing. he chuckles, shaking his head. "sorry, couldn't help it." without missing a beat, you undo his jeans and take him into your mouth. his hand rests on the back of your head, guiding you gently until you stop by soonyoung's floor "that's it, just like that."

joshua closes his eyes as he sees you lowering, his shoulders tensing. he waits, but noticing the ‘long time,’ he peeks with one eye and sees you focusing on the sudden bulge inside his pants. his cheeks turn a deep red. you feel a pang of sympathy, but you can't resist teasing him as you reach for his belt. "stop," he manages to say, his voice embarrassed. you grin, unzipping him and taking him into your warm mouth. his hand grips the door frame edge, knuckles white.

junhui sighs, brushing his hair back, a look of anticipation on his face. but when you're level with his shoes, he looks down, confused and blushing. "what happened?" you ask, noticing his red face. "n-nothing," he stammers, clearly flustered. you decide to surprise him, lowering his shorts and taking him into your mouth. his eyes widen, and he lets out a low moan, his hands tangling in your hair.

hoshi - you're both leaving the house when you stop at the front door to tie his shoes. suddenly, his pants fall around his ankles, his hand already in his boxers. you look up, stunned. "soonyoung, what the fuck?" his eyes widen as he fumbles to pull his pants back up, and you burst into uncontrollable laughter. "i thought—" he starts, but he’s laughing too now. you pull his boxers down and take him into your mouth. his laughter turns into a groan, his hand gripping your shoulder. "shit, y/n…"

wonwoo as you kneel down, wonwoo lets out an expectant moan, clearly thinking something else. you look up, knowing exactly what that meant, and tease him. "wonwoo, were you expecting something else?" he covers his mouth in embarrassment. "this is the most embarrassing thing ever," he mutters, but there's a small smile on his lips. you grin, giving a weak bite on his cock through his jeans his hand clutches on your hair, a desperate moan filling the room.

woozi after spending the whole day in his studio, you notice his loose shoelaces, he's so use about using flip-flops that he forgot to tie it. you kneel to tie them, and he says, "no baby, i need to take a bath—." you tilt your head up at him, finishing the tie. his eyes widen and his face turns bright red. "oh… thanks," he mumbles, clearly flustered. you smile, unzipping his pants and giving him a handjob. his hands grip the desk behind him, his breath hitching, as shy moans leaves his lips

minghao's eyes widen as you kneel in front of him, a glint of excitement quickly followed by a sigh of relief—and maybe a little bit of disappointment—when your fingers start tying his shoelaces. smiling sheepishly. "thanks..." he trails off. you decide to give him what he wants, tying your hair and taking him into your mouth. his hand rests gently on your cheek, his eyes closing in pleasure, as his abs contract.

mingyu hips twitch in your direction as you kneel, his eyes widening slightly. "sorry," he murmurs, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. you giggle, finishing tying his laces before glancing up at him. "what's got you so worked up?" you tease, your hand sliding up to grab his erection through his sweatpants. his cock twitches in your hand, and he groans. "everything you do makes me worked up."

seokmin is sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you with a curious expression. "what are you up to?" he asks as you kneel in front of him. you start tying his shoelaces, and he looks a bit confused, then chuckles. "oh, okay." "what do you want, seokmin?" you ask, your voice teasing, hand running up his thighs now. his biggest smile spreads across his face as he realizes what you're about to do. "you know what i want," he says, shyly before spread his legs.

seungkwan when you kneel in front of him, he immediately makes a joke. "wow, giving me head already?" he laughs, but his laughter quickly fades as you unbuckle his pants. "wait, you're actually doing it?" he asks, surprise in his voice. you smile, taking him into your mouth. his hands grip the armrests of the chair he's sitting on, a whiny groan escaping his lips.

vernon as you lower yourself down, vernon can't help but imagine it, especially with the perfect view of your tits from this angle. he's fighting his mind, wondering if he should ask you for it. but when he feels himself getting hard already, he finally gives in. "baby, since you're already down there, could you give me a little help?" he asks shyly, glancing at the bulge growing in his pants.

chan watches you tie his shoelaces. you thought about it, he thought about it. your hands slide up his calves and thighs, brushing against his ass and slipping inside his shirt, he trembles slightly, his breath hitching. "don't tease me," "oh, but teasing you is half the fun," you say, "when you're begging for it, that's when i give you exactly what you want." a moan escapes his lips at your bold words, you smile, deciding not to tease him any longer. your hands move to unbutton his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. you take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his tip before taking him deeper. ''well, I didn't even had to beg for that,'' you scold him with your eyes. "okay, okay, i'm going to be quiet." he pants.

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seungkw1 · 2 years ago

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so fucking pretty — jww

♡ pairing: jeon wonwoo x afab!reader ♡ theme: literally just smut idk ♡ wc: 1.4k ♡ warnings: swearing, softdom!wonwoo, sub!reader, praise kink, size kink, oral (m. & f. receiving), facesitting, unprotected piv sex (stay safe y’all), creampie, petnames (f. receiving - baby, good girl, etc.), gr8 aftercare, fluff at the end ♡ a/n: been having wonwoo brain rot lately and this is the result. enjoy <3

“Look at me.”

You look up at the handsome, bespectacled man you are currently on your knees for. Your teary eyes meet his, your mouth filled with his thick cock. You don’t usually fuck on the first date, but you’ve also never been on a date with someone like Wonwoo before.

“Good girl.”

His deep voice has become even deeper as your head moves up and down, swallowing him all the way to his base. He places his hand on your head, gently stroking your hair before he laces his fingers through it, pushing down on you so his cock slides into your throat. A moan escapes him as you choke on him, his hips slowly starting to move; the more his cock slides in and out of your mouth, the more he pushes down. Tears are streaming down your cheeks at this point, but that’s nothing compared to how wet you have become.

Wonwoo grasps onto your hair, pulling your mouth off his spit-covered cock. He rests the head onto your puffy lips; you look up at him, awaiting his next instructions.

“Mmm, you look so pretty like this,” he says as he places his hand under your chin, carefully but firmly grabbing onto your jaw.

He lets go, extending his hand to you. “Stand up for me.”

You quickly obey, taking his hand. He pulls you up, his hands falling to your hips as you stand in front of him, wearing only the lacy matching bra and panties you decided to change into last minute before leaving your house - a choice you’re now very glad you made. He unhooks your bra and removes it, tossing it aside. Grabbing your ass he pulls you closer; your boobs now in his face, he begins to kiss them, his mouth making its way to your hardened nipple, swirling his tongue around it ever so softly before suddenly sucking on it. You involuntarily let out a moan at the sensation, your core dripping.

He grabs the elastic of your underwear, pulling them off. His fingers find your cunt, letting out a low hum as he takes in its wetness.

“Fuck, so wet for me already baby,” he says as his fingertips lightly caress your clit, sending a chill up your spine.

You want so badly for his fingers to slip inside you and fill you up, but instead he lays down, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward his head now resting on the pillow.

“Wanna taste you.”

You kneel on the bed and swing your leg over, straddling his torso. You barely are on top of him before he’s pulling you toward his face. He quickly discards his glasses onto the nightstand before he grabs your hips and pulls you down onto him. You let out a whimper as his tongue meets your clit, then licks up and down your cunt, lapping up your wetness.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, the vibrations from his mouth feeling incredible against your clit. “Tastes so fucking good.”

His arms wrap around you tightly, his face lost in your pussy. As he sticks his tongue into your cunt his nose presses perfectly against your clit, the stimulation driving you crazy. You cry out as he begins to suck on the sensitive bud - the burning sensation in your stomach building rapidly. You grip onto the headboard as you ride his face - you’re doing your best not to completely squish him, but he relentlessly grasps onto you, holding you against him as he eats you out as if he was absolutely starving. You feel so fucking good it’s almost unbearable.

“Fuck- I’m so close,” you manage to utter.

“Cum for me baby,” he commands, barely audible as his mouth refuses to leave your cunt. He sucks on your clit with even greater intensity, sending you over the edge.

“God, fuck- I’m cumm-” You can’t even finish your sentence. You cry out as the white-hot intensity flashes through you, your whole body shaking as you cum over his mouth. You ride out your orgasm on his face - his pace slows as you come down from your high, softly kissing your swollen clit, his chin covered in your juices. You run your hands through his hair before collapsing onto the bed next to him, wrapping your arms around his torso - he strokes your hair, planting a kiss on your forehead. Your fingertips lightly trace his stomach as your hand makes its way down to his cock; you feel it throb as you wrap your hands around its thickness. He groans as you give it a few slow pumps, precum leaking out of him.

Your eyes meet his, practically begging him to fuck you. He responds immediately by rolling over on top of you, his cock right in front of your entrance. You whine as you try to lower yourself onto him, but he pulls back slightly.

“So desperate, so fucking pretty,” he says in a low voice as his lips hover above yours. “You want me to fuck you? Fill your pretty pussy up with my cock?”

You nod eagerly. You need him inside you now.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Please,” you whisper.

His tongue meets your open mouth, swirling around your lips before kissing you. You feel his tip meet your entrance, slowly pressing into you. You moan as his cock readily slips inside your soaked pussy - he’s cautious, inserting himself into you slowly, but you can’t wait any longer. You push your hips down, taking more of him - you cry out at the overwhelming sensation as he fills you up.

“God, you’re so big,” you whisper into his mouth, your lips barely apart from his.

“You take me so well, such a good girl.”

You don’t think you can feel any fuller, but he pushes his cock even further into you, stretching you out even more as his entire length now rests inside you. He slowly begins to fuck you, his tip hitting you in the perfect spot that drives you fucking crazy. As his thrusts increase in speed he laces his fingers into yours, pinning your hands above your head into the pillow. He doesn’t stop kissing you.

The growing intensity is overpowering. You can’t help but moan his name, which seems to really please him.

“That’s right, baby.” His voice is deep and gravelly. “Say it louder.”

He fucks you even harder as you are nearly screaming his name now. Every single nerve in your body is on fire. Low grunts escape him as his climax draws closer.

“Please cum in me,” you beg. He nods, his powerful thrusts taking both of you over the edge. His forehead rests against yours, his mouth slightly agape as he releases - you feel his cock pulsate inside you, filling you up with his cum. He finishes, his body relaxing onto you, his hands still interlaced with yours. He gives you several long, soft kisses, his cock resting inside you still.

“You’re incredible,” he mutters, his voice low. “So beautiful.”

You lay there, the immense pleasure still flowing through your body. Unable to speak, you wrap your hands around his broad torso, holding him against you.

You let out a small whimper at the empty feeling as he slowly removes his cock, his cum flowing out of you.

“Stay right here,” he tells you gently. He gets up, the cool air of the room hitting you in the absence of his body warmth. He comes back quickly with a towel and begins to clean you up, his soft touch relaxing you even further. He finishes and climbs back into bed, pulling the blankets over the both of you as he curls up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you and drawing you in close. You let out a contented hum as the warmth of his skin greets you again.

“You’re sleepy,” Wonwoo whispers into your ear, giving you a light squeeze.

You smile, letting out a quiet giggle. “Maybe just a little.”

He silently plays with your hair for a few moments before he speaks again.

“I think you should stay.”

Half-asleep already, you nod your head in agreement. You can’t imagine anywhere else you’d want to be in this moment.

You feel his lips move against your skin as he smiles too.

“Perfect.”

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archivegyu · 6 days ago

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Sweet Like Candy

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The neon lights of Dylan’s Candy Bar reflected off Mingyu’s panicked face as he frantically scanned the crowded store, his tall frame weaving between displays of rainbow-colored confections. His heart hammered against his ribcage as he called out for the third time, “Minhee! Princess, where are you?”

Beside him, Seokmin was equally frazzled, his usually cheerful demeanor replaced by wide-eyed concern. “I swear she was right here looking at the gummy bears,” he said, running his hands through his hair. “I turned around for literally two seconds to pay for the chocolate-covered strawberries, and—”

“And my daughter vanished into thin air,” Mingyu finished, his voice tight with worry. He pulled out his phone with shaking fingers. “I have to call—”

“Daddy! Uncle Seokmin!”

A tiny voice piped up from somewhere near their knees, and both men looked down to see Minhee emerging from behind a towering display of lollipops, her small hands clutching a bag of Swedish fish and her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“There you are!” Mingyu dropped to his knees instantly, gathering his five-year-old daughter into his arms. The relief that flooded through him was so intense he felt dizzy. “Baby, you scared Daddy so much. Where were you?”

“I was getting these fishies for Mommy,” Minhee said matter-of-factly, holding up the candy bag. “She said yesterday that she missed the red fishies from when she was little, so I wanted to surprise her. But then I got lost behind all the big candy mountains.”

Seokmin let out a shaky laugh, placing a hand over his heart. “Minhee, you just took ten years off my life. And probably twenty off your dad’s.”

Mingyu was still holding his daughter close, breathing in the scent of her strawberry shampoo mixed with the overwhelming sweetness of the candy store. “Next time, you have to tell Daddy or Uncle Seokmin before you go anywhere, okay? Even if it’s a surprise for Mommy.”

“Okay, Daddy,” Minhee nodded solemnly, then brightened. “But look! I also found these for Uncle Wonwoo because they’re shaped like books!” She pulled out a small bag of chocolate books from her jacket pocket.

Mingyu couldn’t help but smile despite the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. Even at five years old, Minhee was always thinking of others. “Those are perfect for Uncle Wonwoo. He’ll love them.”

“And I got mint chocolates for Uncle Vernon because he likes mint tea,” she continued, producing another small bag. “And rainbow sour strips for Uncle Soonyoung because he’s colorful like a rainbow, and—”

“Whoa there, little lady,” Seokmin chuckled, kneeling down beside them. “Did you buy out the entire store?”

Minhee giggled, a sound that never failed to make Mingyu’s heart feel full. “No, silly Uncle Seokmin! I only got a little bit for everyone. Oh! And I got you chocolate-covered pretzels because you said they were your favorite yesterday.”

“You remembered that?” Seokmin’s voice softened with genuine surprise and affection.

“Uh-huh! I remember everything,” Minhee said proudly. “Daddy says I have an elephant emory.”

“Elephant memory, princess,” Mingyu corrected gently, standing up and taking her small hand in his much larger one.

“That’s what I said,” Minhee replied with the kind of confidence only a five-year-old could possess.

After paying for all of Minhee’s carefully selected treats (and trying not to wince at the total), the trio made their way out of the candy store and onto the bustling streets of Manhattan. The October air was crisp, carrying the scent of roasted chestnuts from a nearby vendor and the faint aroma of pizza from the restaurant across the street.

“Daddy, can we go see the big green lady again?” Minhee asked, skipping between Mingyu and Seokmin, her small hands in theirs.

“The Statue of Liberty?” Mingyu asked, though he already knew the answer. They’d visited Liberty Island the day before, and Minhee had been fascinated by everything from the ferry ride to the crown.

“Yes! I want to draw her for Mommy when we get back to the hotel,” Minhee said. “Uncle Vernon taught me how to draw big buildings yesterday.”

Seokmin grinned. “Vernon’s been having a blast being the cool architecture uncle, hasn’t he?”

“He showed me how shadows work on buildings,” Minhee said seriously. “He’s really smart. But not as smart as Daddy.”

Mingyu felt his chest swell with pride and affection. Being an architect himself, he loved seeing Minhee’s interest in buildings and design. “Uncle Vernon is very smart too, baby. Different people are smart in different ways.”

“Like how Uncle Wonwoo is smart with books, and Uncle Hoshi is smart with dancing, and Uncle Chan is smart with music?” Minhee asked.

“Exactly like that,” Mingyu confirmed, squeezing her hand gently.

They walked a few more blocks before Seokmin checked his phone. “We should head back to the hotel. Your mom is probably wondering where we disappeared to with the little candy thief here.”

“I’m not a thief!” Minhee protested with mock indignation. “I paid for everything with my vacation money!”

“Your vacation money?” Mingyu raised an eyebrow.

“Grandma gave me twenty dollars before we left Korea,” Minhee explained proudly. “She said it was for buying something special in New York.”

Mingyu made a mental note to call his mother later and thank her. His mom had always been wonderfully thoughtful with Minhee, treating her granddaughter like absolute royalty whenever they visited.

The walk back to their hotel took them through Times Square, where Minhee insisted on stopping to watch a street performer juggling flaming torches. She clapped enthusiastically when he finished his act, and Mingyu dropped a few dollars into the man’s hat while Seokmin lifted Minhee onto his shoulders so she could see better over the crowd.

“Daddy, look!” Minhee pointed excitedly from her perch. “It’s the big screens like on TV!”

Mingyu followed her gaze to the massive digital billboards surrounding them, their colorful advertisements creating a kaleidoscope of moving light and color. He’d grown somewhat used to the sensory overload of Times Square over the past few days, but seeing it through Minhee’s eyes made it feel magical again.

“It’s pretty cool, isn’t it?” he said, taking out his phone to snap a picture of her on Seokmin’s shoulders, her face lit up with wonder.

“Uncle Seokmin, are you tired?” Minhee asked, patting the top of his head. “I can walk if your shoulders hurt.”

“I’m good, princess,” Seokmin assured her. “You’re light as a feather.”

“Daddy says I’m growing like a weed though,” Minhee said thoughtfully. “But I don’t look like a weed. Weeds are green and I’m wearing my pink dress.”

Mingyu laughed, the sound warm and full of affection. “It’s just an expression, baby. It means you’re growing fast.”

“Oh,” Minhee considered this. “Then I guess I am growing like a weed. Last week I could only reach the middle shelf in the kitchen, but now I can reach the cookies on the top shelf.”

“That’s why we moved the cookies,” Mingyu said with mock sternness, though his eyes were twinkling.

“I know,” Minhee said with a giggle. “But I’m very good at climbing.”

By the time they reached their hotel, a place in Midtown that Wonwoo had recommended, Minhee was getting drowsy despite her excitement about the candy and the sights. She’d transferred from Seokmin’s shoulders to Mingyu’s arms, her head resting against his shoulder as he carried her through the elegant lobby.

“Room 2847,” Seokmin said to the elevator, pressing the button for their floor. “Your mom texted that she’s in the room getting ready for brunch.”

“Is she wearing her pretty blue dress?” Minhee asked sleepily.

“I don’t know, baby. Why don’t you ask her when we get there?” Mingyu said softly, adjusting his hold on her.

When they reached their suite, Mingyu used his key card while trying not to jostle Minhee too much. The door swung open to reveal his wife standing by the window, and Mingyu felt the familiar flutter in his chest that he’d been experiencing for the past seven years whenever he saw her.

She was indeed wearing the blue dress—a soft, flowing midi dress that brought out her eyes—and she turned with a smile when she heard them enter.

“There are my favorite people,” she said warmly, crossing to them. “How was the candy store run?”

“Eventful,” Seokmin said dryly, though he was smiling.

“Mommy!” Minhee perked up instantly, reaching for her mother. “I got you Swedish fishies!”

“You did?” His wife’s face lit up as she took Minhee from Mingyu’s arms. “You remembered that I mentioned them?”

“Uh-huh! And I got presents for all the uncles too,” Minhee said proudly, then leaned in conspiratorially. “But I got lost for a little bit and Daddy and Uncle Seokmin got scared.”

“Oh no,” his wife said, glancing at Mingyu with concern. “What happened?”

“She wandered off behind a display while I was paying,” Seokmin explained sheepishly. “Nearly gave us both heart attacks.”

“But I was being very responsible,” Minhee added quickly. “I was getting presents for everyone and I had my vacation money and everything.”

“Well, as long as everyone’s safe now,” his wife said, pressing a kiss to Minhee’s forehead. “And I can’t wait to try those Swedish fish. They were my absolute favorite when I was your age.”

“Really? Like, really really?” Minhee’s eyes went wide.

“Really really,” her mother confirmed. “Grandma used to buy them for me as a special treat.”

Mingyu watched this exchange with a soft smile, feeling that familiar warmth spread through his chest. These were the moments he treasured most—the simple, everyday magic of his little family.

“Speaking of treats,” Seokmin said, checking his phone again, “we should probably head down soon. The others are already at the restaurant.”

“Where are we brunching again?” Mingyu asked, though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer.

“That place in SoHo that Vernon found,” his wife replied. “Apparently they have the best pancakes in Manhattan, according to the reviews he read.”

“Uncle Vernon reads reviews about food?” Minhee asked with fascination.

“Uncle Vernon reads reviews about everything,” Seokmin laughed. “He probably researched that restaurant for three hours before suggesting it.”

“That’s very smart,” Minhee said approvingly. “I like when Uncle Vernon explains things. Yesterday he showed me how to draw the Empire State Building and he knew all about how tall it is and when it was built and everything.”

“Vernon does love his facts,” Mingyu agreed, gathering their jackets from the closet. “Ready to go see the uncles?”

“Yes!” Minhee clapped her hands excitedly. “I want to give them their presents!”

The restaurant Vernon had chosen was a charming bistro with exposed brick walls and large windows that let in streams of golden autumn sunlight. They found their party already seated at a large round table near the back, and Mingyu couldn’t help but grin at the sight of his friends—his brothers, really—all gathered together.

Chan was wearing a casual button-down and jeans, looking relaxed in a way he rarely did during his busy schedule as a music producer. Wonwoo had his reading glasses perched on his nose as he studied the menu, probably analyzing every ingredient listed. Soonyoung was animatedly telling Vernon something that involved a lot of hand gestures, while Vernon listened with an amused smile, occasionally nodding and adding his own observations.

“Uncle Chan! Uncle Wonwoo! Uncle Vernon! Uncle Soonyoung!” Minhee called out as they approached, waving enthusiastically.

The table erupted in greetings and Minhee was immediately passed around for hugs, starting with Chan who lifted her up and spun her around, making her giggle uncontrollably.

“There’s our New York princess,” Chan said, settling her on his lap. “How’s the big city treating you?”

“It’s really big,” Minhee said seriously. “And there are so many people. But I like it. And I got presents for everyone!”

“Presents?” Soonyoung perked up immediately. “I love presents!”

“Patience, Soonyoung,” Wonwoo said with mild amusement, but Mingyu could see the curious smile tugging at his lips.

Mingyu helped his wife into her seat before taking his own, and Seokmin filled the others in on their morning adventure while Minhee distributed her carefully chosen candy gifts.

“These are for you, Uncle Wonwoo, because they look like your books,” she said solemnly, presenting him with the chocolate books.

Wonwoo’s face softened as he accepted the gift. “These are perfect, Minhee. Thank you so much.”

“And these are for Uncle Vernon because you like mint tea,” she continued, handing over the mint chocolates.

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” Vernon said, looking genuinely touched. “How did you remember that?”

“I remember everything,” Minhee declared proudly. “Daddy says I have an elephant emory.”

“She means an elephant’s memory,” Mingyu corrected gently, earning a round of chuckles from the table.

“Rainbow sour strips for Uncle Soonyoung because you’re colorful,” Minhee announced, practically bouncing as she handed over the bright candy.

“Colorful!” Soonyoung laughed delightedly. “I love being colorful. These look amazing.”

“And chocolate pretzels for Uncle Seokmin because they’re your favorite,” she finished, though Seokmin had already received his gift back at the hotel.

“And Swedish fish for Mommy because she missed them,” Minhee added, settling back into Chan’s lap with satisfaction.

“What about Uncle Chan?” Chan asked with mock hurt. “Doesn’t Uncle Chan get anything?”

Minhee’s eyes went wide with panic for a moment before she grinned mischievously. “Uncle Chan gets the biggest present of all—me!”

“Well, that’s definitely the best present,” Chan agreed, hugging her close. “Though I have to admit, I’m a little jealous of these chocolate books. They look delicious.”

“Uncle Wonwoo will share,” Minhee said confidently. “He’s nice like that.”

“I suppose I could spare one,” Wonwoo said with feigned reluctance, earning a laugh from the group.

The server approached their table—a young woman with bright purple hair and multiple piercings who immediately smiled when she saw Minhee.

“Well, aren’t you just the cutest thing,” she said warmly. “Are you visiting New York?”

“Yes! We’re on vacation,” Minhee replied proudly. “We saw the big green lady yesterday and today we went to the candy store.”

“That sounds like an amazing vacation,” the server said. “I’m Emma, and I’ll be taking care of you today. Can I start you off with some drinks?”

They ordered a round of coffees for the adults, orange juice for Minhee, and Emma promised to bring extra whipped cream for whatever pancakes they decided on.

“So how’s everyone enjoying the city?” Vernon asked once Emma had left.

“It’s incredible,” Mingyu’s wife said, leaning back in her chair. “I forgot how much energy this place has. It’s completely different from Seoul, but in the best way.”

“The architecture is fascinating,” Vernon added, his curator instincts kicking in. “I’ve been taking photos of buildings all morning for a potential exhibition we’re planning. There’s so much Art Deco influence in Midtown—it would make for an incredible architectural history display.”

“Uncle Vernon knows everything about buildings,” Minhee chimed in. “He taught me about shadows yesterday.”

“Did he now?” Wonwoo asked with interest. “What did you learn about shadows?”

“That they change during the day because the sun moves,” Minhee explained seriously. “And that’s how you can tell what time it is if you know how to read them. Right, Uncle Vernon?”

“That’s exactly right,” Vernon confirmed, looking pleased. “You’re a very good student.”

“I want to learn about music next,” Minhee announced, turning to Chan. “Can you teach me about music, Uncle Chan?”

“Of course,” Chan said enthusiastically. “What kind of music do you want to learn about?”

“The kind that makes people happy,” Minhee said without hesitation.

“Ah, that’s the best kind,” Chan agreed solemnly.

Emma returned with their drinks and took their food orders. Minhee requested the chocolate chip pancakes with extra whipped cream and strawberries, while the adults opted for various combinations of eggs Benedict, French toast, and avocado toast.

“How’s Seungcheol doing?” Wonwoo asked as they waited for their food. “I feel like we haven’t seen him in weeks.”

“He’s good,” Mingyu replied. “He and his wife took their kids to visit his parents in Daegu for a few days. His mom has been begging to spend more time with her grandchildren.”

“Cheol’s kids are so cute,” Mingyu’s wife said dreamily. “His daughter always wears the prettiest dresses and his wife is amazing at braiding hair. I want to learn how to do different hair styles for my baby too.”

“I’m sure she can teach you when we get back,” Mingyu said

“Can we have a playdate when we get home?” Minhee asked hopefully.

“I’m sure we can arrange that,” Mingyu said, making a mental note to text Seungcheol later.

“What about you, Soonyoung?” Seokmin asked. “How’s the dance studio going?”

“Really well,” Soonyoung beamed. “We just started a new kids’ program and it’s been amazing. The energy these little ones have is incredible. Reminds me of someone I know.” He ruffled Minhee’s hair affectionately.

“I want to try dancing,” Minhee said suddenly. “Can I take classes at Uncle Soon’s studio?”

“We’ll see, baby,” Mingyu said, though he was already imagining his daughter in tiny dance shoes, following along with Soonyoung’s choreography.

“I would love to teach you,” Soonyoung said earnestly. “You’ve got natural rhythm. I can tell.”

“Really?” Minhee’s eyes lit up.

“Really,” Soonyoung confirmed. “You should see how you move when music is playing. Very natural, very fluid.”

Their food arrived in a parade of delicious-smelling plates, and conversation paused as everyone dug in. Minhee’s pancakes were nearly as big as her head, topped with a mountain of whipped cream and fresh strawberries that she immediately began arranging into patterns.

“Are you going to eat those or just play with them?” Vernon asked with amusement.

“I’m making a flower,” Minhee said seriously, concentrating on her strawberry arrangement. “See? The whipped cream is the center and the strawberries are the petals.”

“That’s beautiful, sweetheart,” her mother said. “Very artistic.”

“Uncle Vernon taught me about patterns in buildings,” Minhee explained. “So now I’m making patterns with food.”

“Everything is connected,” Vernon said philosophically, earning a round of good-natured eye rolls from the others.

“Don’t get him started on the philosophy of museum curation,” Chan warned. “We’ll be here all day.”

“Curation is an art form,” Vernon protested. “The way we present history and culture to help people understand the world—”

“See?” Chan said to Minhee. “This is why we don’t let Uncle Vernon talk about museums too much. He gets very excited.”

Minhee giggled, finally taking a bite of her artistic pancakes. “I like when Uncle Vernon gets excited. His eyes get all sparkly when he talks about old things and history.”

“His eyes do get sparkly,” Seokmin agreed thoughtfully. “I never noticed that before.”

“Children notice everything,” Wonwoo observed. “They see details adults miss.”

“Like how Uncle Wonwoo’s voice gets softer when he reads books,” Minhee added between bites. “And how Uncle Seokmin laughs with his whole body, not just his mouth.”

“Wow,” Seokmin said, looking genuinely surprised. “That’s… very observant.”

“And Daddy knows how to make buildings beautiful,” Minhee continued proudly. “He draws them on big papers and then they become real. It’s like magic.”

Mingyu’s cheeks warmed at his daughter’s description of his work. “It’s not quite magic, baby, but I do love designing spaces where people can be happy.”

“That sounds like magic to me,” his wife said softly, giving him an adoring look.

“And Daddy also makes this little humming sound when he’s really happy,” Minhee added. “Like when Mommy laughs or when we’re all together like this.”

Mingyu felt his cheeks warm even more. “I do?”

“Uh-huh,” Minhee nodded seriously. “It’s like a happy song. I like it.”

His wife reached over and squeezed his hand under the table, giving him a look that made his heart skip the way it had when they were first dating.

“What about me?” Soonyoung asked curiously. “What do I do?”

Minhee studied him seriously for a moment. “You bounce when you walk, like you’re dancing even when there’s no music. And you clap your hands when you laugh.”

“I do bounce,” Soonyoung realized with delight. “I never thought about that.”

“And Uncle Chan conducts invisible orchestras when he talks about music,” Minhee added. “His hands move like he’s making the music in the air.”

Chan looked down at his hands with amazement. “I had no idea I did that.”

“You all do special things,” Minhee said matter-of-factly. “That’s what makes you special uncles and my special daddy.”

“Well, aren’t you just the sweetest thing,” Emma said, appearing at their table to refill coffee cups. “Are you having a good time in New York?”

“The best time,” Minhee said enthusiastically. “Tomorrow we’re going to see the park with all the trees, and then we’re going to Uncle Vernon’s favorite museum with the dinosaurs,” Minhee corrected herself importantly.

“The Natural History Museum,” Vernon said with obvious pride. “I’ve been wanting to show you the new planetarium exhibit too. And the minerals and gems hall—there are some specimens there that are absolutely incredible.”

“Central Park and the Natural History Museum,” Mingyu translated with a smile. “Vernon’s been planning our museum route for weeks.”

“That sounds like an amazing day,” Emma said. “The dinosaurs are really cool. My nephew loves them.”

“I love dinosaurs too,” Minhee said. “Uncle Wonwoo has a book about them and Uncle Vernon knows where to find the best ones in the museum. He showed me pictures of the really big ones.”

“The biggest dinosaur ever discovered was the Argentinosaurus,” Wonwoo said, slipping naturally into teacher mode. “It was over 100 feet long.”

“As long as three school buses!” Minhee added proudly, clearly remembering this fact from their previous conversation.

“You two are quite the team,” Vernon observed with amusement.

After brunch, they decided to walk off their food with a stroll through the nearby streets of SoHo. The October afternoon was perfect for walking—sunny but crisp, with just enough of a breeze to make the falling leaves dance around their feet.

Minhee insisted on holding both Mingyu’s and her mother’s hands as they walked, occasionally letting go to run ahead and collect particularly pretty leaves, which she then presented to various uncles with great ceremony.

“This one’s for Uncle Seokmin because it’s the same color as his sweater,” she announced, handing over a golden maple leaf.

“This one’s for Uncle Soonyoung because it’s red like his energy,” she continued, giving him a brilliant crimson leaf.

“What color is my energy?” Chan asked curiously.

Minhee considered this seriously. “Orange,” she decided. “Warm orange, like a sunset.”

“I love that,” Chan said, accepting his orange leaf with a bow. “Thank you, princess.”

They wandered through boutiques and art galleries, with Minhee providing running commentary on everything she saw. In one gallery featuring abstract paintings, she stood in front of a large canvas covered in swirls of blue and green.

“It looks like the ocean during a storm,” she said thoughtfully. “But not a scary storm. A magical storm.”

“That’s a beautiful way to describe it,” the gallery owner said, having overheard. “You have quite an artistic eye, young lady.”

“My daddy is very artistic too,” Minhee said proudly. “He draws me pictures every morning on my lunch napkins for school.”

Mingyu felt his cheeks warm again as the others turned to him with interested expressions.

“Lunch napkin drawings?” Soonyoung asked with a grin. “That’s adorable.”

“It’s just little doodles,” Mingyu said modestly. “Flowers, animals, silly faces. Nothing fancy.”

“It’s not nothing fancy,” Minhee protested. “They’re beautiful and they make me happy all day. And all my friends at school want their daddies to draw on their napkins too.”

“You’re starting a trend,” Vernon said with amusement.

“The other moms probably love that,” Mingyu’s wife added with a laugh.

They continued their leisurely exploration of the neighborhood, stopping at a small park where Minhee immediately gravitated toward the playground. She climbed and swung and slid with the kind of fearless joy that made Mingyu simultaneously proud and terrified.

“Higher, Daddy! Push me higher!” she called from the swing set.

“Any higher and you’ll end up in orbit,” Mingyu called back, but he gave her another gentle push anyway.

“I want to touch the clouds,” Minhee declared, pumping her legs to maintain her momentum.

“What would clouds feel like, do you think?” Wonwoo asked, settling on the bench beside Mingyu.

“Soft like cotton candy,” Minhee said without hesitation. “But cooler. And they probably taste like vanilla ice cream.”

“That sounds perfect,” Seokmin said. “I would definitely eat a cloud if it tasted like vanilla ice cream.”

“Me too,” Soonyoung agreed. “But what if some clouds taste like different flavors? Like, what if that one tastes like strawberry?” He pointed to a particularly pink-tinged cloud drifting overhead.

“Ooh, or that one could be chocolate,” Chan added, pointing to a darker cloud.

“Now I’m hungry for cloud ice cream,” Vernon said with mock seriousness.

“There’s no such thing as cloud ice cream, Uncle Vernon,” Minhee said with five-year-old exasperation, though she was grinning.

“How do you know?” Vernon challenged playfully. “Have you checked every ice cream store in New York?”

Minhee considered this. “Well… no. But that would be a lot of ice cream stores.”

“Exactly,” Vernon said triumphantly. “So we can’t rule it out completely.”

“Can we look for cloud ice cream after we see the dinosaurs tomorrow?” Minhee asked hopefully.

“We can definitely keep an eye out,” Mingyu promised, knowing full well they’d probably end up searching for the most interesting ice cream flavors they could find, just to see Minhee’s delighted reactions.

As the afternoon wore on and the sun began to sink lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the park, they gradually made their way back toward the hotel. Minhee had collected an impressive bouquet of autumn leaves, which she clutched protectively against her chest.

“I’m going to press these in a book when we get home,” she announced. “Uncle Wonwoo taught me how.”

“That’s a great way to preserve memories,” Mingyu’s wife said approvingly.

“I want to remember everything about this trip,” Minhee said seriously. “The candy store and the big green lady and brunch with all my uncles and the leaves and the clouds that taste like ice cream.”

“Those are good things to remember,” Chan agreed. “What’s been your favorite part so far?”

Minhee thought about this for a long moment as they walked. “All of it,” she finally decided. “But mostly being with everyone I love all at the same time. That doesn’t happen very much.”

Mingyu felt his throat tighten with emotion. Sometimes his daughter’s wisdom caught him completely off guard.

“That’s my favorite part too,” he said softly, squeezing her hand.

“Mine too,” his wife agreed, linking her free arm through his.

“Group hug!” Soonyoung declared suddenly, and before anyone could protest, they were all wrapped up in a chaotic, laughing embrace in the middle of the sidewalk.

“This is definitely going in my memory book,” Minhee announced from the center of the huddle, her voice slightly muffled but filled with joy.

“Memory book?” Seokmin asked.

“The book in my brain where I keep all the best things,” Minhee explained matter-of-factly, as if this were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I want to start a memory book too,” Vernon said thoughtfully.

“You just have to pay attention to the good things,” Minhee advised sagely. “And remember how they make you feel, not just how they look.”

“When did you get so wise?” Wonwoo asked with genuine curiosity.

“I’ve always been wise,” Minhee replied with complete confidence. “Mommy says I have an old soul. But I don’t know what that means because my soul feels very young and bouncy.”

“Bouncy souls are the best kind,” Soonyoung said approvingly.

Back at the hotel, they gathered in Mingyu’s family’s suite for a while, not quite ready to end the perfect day. Minhee arranged her leaves on the coffee table while the adults shared stories and planned the next day’s schedule.

“So tomorrow we’re thinking Central Park in the morning, then lunch, then the Natural History Museum?” Mingyu’s wife confirmed.

“And ice cream hunting,” Minhee added importantly. “Don’t forget the ice cream hunting.”

“Never,” Chan promised solemnly. “Ice cream hunting is a crucial part of any New York adventure.”

As evening approached and everyone began to make noises about heading to their respective rooms, Minhee suddenly jumped up from her leaf-arranging project.

“Wait!” she said urgently. “We have to take a picture. For my memory book and for everyone else’s memory books too.”

“That’s a wonderful idea,” Mingyu’s wife said, reaching for her phone.

They arranged themselves on and around the couch, with Minhee in the center of course, still clutching a few of her favorite leaves. Just as Mingyu’s wife was about to take the photo, Minhee held up her hand.

“Wait,” she said again. “Everyone has to make their happy face. Not their picture face. Your real happy face.”

“What’s the difference?” Vernon asked, though he was already smiling.

“Your picture face is for other people,” Minhee explained. “Your happy face is for you. Like this.” She demonstrated with a grin so genuine and full of joy that it was impossible not to smile back.

“Okay,” Mingyu’s wife said, raising the phone again. “Everyone ready with your happy faces?”

“Ready,” they chorused.

The camera clicked several times, capturing their little family—biological and chosen—in all their messy, loving, joyful glory.

Later, after the uncles had gone to their own rooms and Minhee had been tucked into bed with her favorite stuffed elephant (which had been carefully packed despite limited luggage space), Mingyu and his wife sat together on the small balcony overlooking the city.

“This was a good day,” she said softly, leaning against his shoulder.

“The best,” Mingyu agreed, wrapping his arm around her. “Though I thought I was going to have a heart attack when we couldn’t find her in the candy store.”

“But you did find her,” his wife pointed out. “And she was being completely thoughtful and responsible in her own five-year-old way.”

“She was,” Mingyu said, still amazed by their daughter’s capacity for kindness. “Did you hear what she said about remembering how things make you feel, not just how they look?”

“She’s going to break hearts and change the world,” his wife said with certainty.

“Definitely,” Mingyu agreed. “I just hope we’re raising her right. Sometimes I worry that—”

“Mingyu,” his wife interrupted gently. “Look at how she treats people. Look at how thoughtful she is, how kind, how curious about everything. Look at how much love she has to give. We’re doing fine.”

From inside, they could hear Minhee talking softly to her stuffed elephant, probably telling it about all the day’s adventures.

“And tomorrow we’re going to see real dinosaurs, Mr. Peanuts,” she was saying. “Well, not real real dinosaurs because those are all asleep forever. But their bones, which are almost as good. Uncle Wonwoo says some of them were bigger than our house. Can you imagine?”

Mingyu smiled, feeling that familiar warmth spread through his chest—the feeling that came from being exactly where he belonged, with exactly the people he belonged with.

“She’s going to remember this forever,” his wife said quietly.

“So will I,” Mingyu replied, pulling her closer and watching the lights of New York twinkle below them like earthbound stars.

In the morning, there would be more adventures. There would be dinosaur bones and ice cream hunting and probably at least one minor crisis involving something sticky or lost or both. There would be piggyback rides through Central Park and educational lectures from Uncle Wonwoo and dance lessons from Uncle Soonyoung and architectural observations from Uncle Vernon and musical discoveries with Uncle Chan and countless laughs with Uncle Seokmin.

But right now, in this moment, with his wife in his arms and his daughter safe and happy just a few feet away, Mingyu felt like the luckiest man in the world. He thought about Minhee’s memory book—the book in her brain where she kept all the best things—and realized he had one too. And this moment, this perfect night suspended between yesterday and tomorrow, would live there forever. The sound of Minhee’s sleepy giggle drifting from her makeshift pillow fort, the way his wife’s head fit just right against his shoulder, the warmth of her hand in his—these were the kind of memories that didn’t fade. They etched themselves in quiet permanence.

He tilted his head back to take in the sky, barely visible between the silhouettes of skyscrapers, and thought of how small they all were in the grand scheme of things. Yet somehow, this tiny bubble of love and light they had created—him, his girls, their makeshift village of honorary uncles and chaotic weekend visits—felt bigger than the city sprawling around them.

“Let’s stay like this a little longer,” he whispered.

His wife didn’t answer with words. She only nodded, eyes closed, smiling against his chest.

And for a little while longer, they did.

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across the room

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jeon wonwoo x f!chubby reader

I caught your eye across the room. No one can feel the tension between me and you. There's no need to mention all the things I wanna do. You wanna do 'em too. We both know we'd be over if they knew

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): friends to lovers, mutual pining, secret lovers, romance, angst, smut

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6k

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: lots of body insecurities, cussing, mentions of drinking, angst, having to keep a “relationship” a secret, so much making out, open ending, wonwoo is kinda a former fuckboy.

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dry humping, oral (both rec), handjob, fingering, protected intercourse, multiple positions, couch sex, cum eating, snowballing?

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw

𝐚𝐧: wrote this a while ago and decided it was time to fully rework it.

🎧: hush hush - the band camino | talk fast - 5 seconds of summer

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

His hands held your face as your lips moved together. His lips were completely intoxicating as they moved against yours. There was something about this touch that just drove you absolutely wild. You’re sitting next to each other on your couch. Your fingers gripped his shirt holding him closer to you. He pulls his lips ways from yours and smirk plays across his lips. He well aware of how much he’s turning you on.

“What’s your endgame here?” You ask with your voice low.

“My goal is to have you naked on this couch,” he says completely serious.

“Is that right?” you ask raising your eyebrow.

You and Wonwoo had started this flirty thing a month ago. You’re complete opposites he’s a drop dead gorgeous man with the body of a Greek god you’re a chubby girl who hasn’t ever fooled around outside a relationship.

You felt like this is a game of cat and mouse and once he gets what he wants he’ll be done. This wasn’t the first time you had shared a steamy make out session. Normally things between you got a little handsy but nothing more.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours for a gentle kiss and pulled away resting his nose against yours.

“I think we’re wearing too much clothing,” his lips brushed against yours.

You were so turned on you were trying to think logically and not tear off your clothes and jump him.

“I think you need to behave,” you reached up resting your hand on his cheek.

“Baby you’re killing me,” he groaned, pulling away from you.

“I think you’ll live,” you smile as you rest your hand on his thigh.

“You’re giving me blue balls babe,” he leans forward and presses his lips to yours.

“I think we can have fun without taking our clothes off,” You say as your hand moves to his jean covered bulge.

A groan passed his lips you massaged him. Leaning forward he placed his hands on your soft sides and pulled you onto his lap.

You hadn’t ever sat on his lap before and you felt extremely self conscious about your weight. Your hips starting grinding against his. His lips were connected to your neck gently nipping at your skin. He pulls his lips away from your skin and holds your doughy sides helping move your hips. Your hands held his face so he was looking at you. Pulling off his glasses they set them on the table next to the couch. His dark eyes lust blown as he stared at you. His lips pressed to yours and as he pulled away he gently bit your bottom lip.

“Even if we don’t have sex can we shed some clothes?” his voice is low.

“Sure,” you say with every intention of keeping your clothes on but making sure he feels good.

Crawling off his lap you sit on your knees on the floor between his legs and look up at him with big doe eyes. His bottom lip is captured between his teeth as he stares down at you.

“What do you want to happen from here?” he putting the ball in your court.

“Take your pants off,” you say, attempting to sound sexy.

He stands up in front of you and quickly pushes down his jeans and boxers. His already hard cock springs free, he’s bigger than you imagined. You had seen Wonwoo shirtless, but you hadn’t ever seen him fully naked.

His pants are pushed down to his thighs and he is sitting there watching you in anticipation. He silently removed his shirt so he’s basically naked.

Sitting up you’re still sitting on your knees. Your hands rest on his thighs. You were going to be brave right now. Wonwoo’s one of the hottest men you have ever seen and he wanted you. Right then you wanted to make him feel good. Reaching forward you stroked his hardened length. A groan passed his lips as he closed his eyes.

Leaning forward you licked the underside of his excitement. His eyes popped open as he watched you take him into your mouth.

You take him as far back as you fully can until he’s touching the back of your throat.“Baby that feels so good,” he pushed his fingers through hair. Gently you bobbed your head as your hand helped work his length.

A slur of curse words passed his lips letting you know he was getting closer and closer to coming. You hadn’t given someone head in a really long time and you were worried you wouldn’t be good at it, but by the way he was saying your name he seemed like he was really enjoying it.

“Fuck-fu-“ you’re getting wet just by the sounds of his moans. “I’m coming-“ You have zero desire to pull off. You want him to fall apart in your mouth. You feel the warm liquid from his release in your mouth and swallow without even thinking about it.

He tugs your hair gently pulling you away. Looking up at him you run your tongue across your bottom lip.

He pulls you onto his lap and presses his lips to yours for a heated kiss. He doesn’t even care that he can taste himself on your lips.

“That was so hot,” he groans with his lips ghosting against yours.

“I wanted to make you feel good,” you say, feeling proud of yourself.

“You made me feel amazing,” he smiles as his hands move up your sides resting under your breast.

“Let me make you feel good,” he says, pulling your shirt up.

“It’s okay, how about next time?” you say as you push your shirt down.

His eyes brows knit together as he looks at you with a confused look. “Did I do something wrong?” He asks.

You shake your head and say, “I want to have sex with you, but I want to take this slow.”

You were taking things slow because you were afraid that he was going to run once he got what he wanted. You also had a fear that once he saw you naked he wouldn’t want to be with you. He was known for liking pretty skinny girls.

“Okay we can take it slow, but can I at least touch these,” he asked as his eyes were locked in your large breast.

Silently you nod. Reaching forward, his hands hold your breast. His bottom lip is captured between his teeth as he looks at you with a lust fueled look. As his hands grope your chest you fight back moaning. You want more desperately but you’re too afraid. His hand moves to the edge of your shirt and your eyes pop open quickly. You’re terrified of him seeing you without your shirt. You watch as his hand crawls under your shirt. His hand rested on your breast under your shirt and his touch felt electric. Hungry eyes stay locked on yours as his hands massages your breast. His lips connected to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses.

The sound of your phone ringing caught both your attention. Wonwoo looked up at you with wide eyes for a moment.

You wanted to ignore the call, but Wonwoo reached over and grabbed your phone. It’s Seungcheol’s name on your phone.

“I can send it to voicemail,” you say, still caught up in the moment.

“Answer it, he’ll start asking questions if you don’t.”

This whole “thing” between you and Wonwoo was a secret. Nobody in your friend group is aware that you two have something going on. Before this all started Wonwoo had been extremely vocal about not wanting to hook up with anyone in the friend group. You weren’t even exactly sure how this all started. It still blows your mind that he’s interested in you. You’re far from his normal type, and the moment you met him you couldn’t lie you had a crush on him. In the beginning it started with longing looks on your part. You couldn’t help but stare. He's just so pretty. It wasn’t long before he started staring back at you. You were completely caught off guard the first time he walked over and talked to you. Shortly after the longing looks he started touching you. They were innocent touches, like he would touch your arm while he spoke to you. When he started resting his hand on your thigh that’s when things started heating up.

You were at a party at Seungcheol’s house when things started to really change between you. It had been a couple weeks of him touching you, and you were standing in the kitchen talking while everyone was drinking throughout the house. You’re leaning against the counter and Wonwoo is standing right in front of you. You’re telling him some random story about when you had to take care of a very drunk Soonyoung. He seems like he’s barely paying attention to what you’re saying. His pretty eyes seem to be locked on your lips.

“Did you hear anything I just said?” you ask.

He shakes his head and lets out a nervous laugh. His little laugh always gave you butterflies.

“Should I leave you alone then?” you are curious as to why he isn’t paying attention to what you have to say.

Reaching up he pushes a piece of your hair behind your ear and you can’t help but smile at this simple gesture. He leans forward and his lips brush against your ear, “I can’t pay attention to you because I really want to kiss you.”

Your heart races at his words as you pull away from him and look up at him unsure if he’s being serious. He tilts his head to the side and gives you a smile. He is well aware of the effect he’s having on you.

“Why is that?”

“Because I can’t seem to think about anything other than what your pretty lips will feel like against mine,” he reaches out and touches your arms and you immediately get goose bumps.

“Then are you going to kiss me?”

He bites his bottom lip and pulls away from you. He takes his hat off and pushes his fingers through his hair. He seems oddly nervous which is extremely unlike him.

“I would like for that to be something private with us alone.”

You look around the house and see that it’s filled with all your friends, and you really didn’t want them in your business when it came to your “relationship/friendship” with Wonwoo.

“Well you can always meet me at my place later,” you say trying to be confident.

He smiled and nodded his head, “I’ll leave in ten minutes and then you leave in thirty minutes. I’ll meet you at your place.”

From your first kiss you knew you were in trouble when it came to Wonwoo.

You answer your phone and Seungcheol is asking if you can come over for a party he’s having. He mentions that Soonyoung and Mingyu are on their way and he’s gonna call Wonwoo next. You tell him you’ll be there in twenty. Hanging up your phone you slowly crawl off of Wonwoo, who is still basically naked on the couch.

He gives you a strange look as you reach on the coffee table and grab his phone that has just started ringing.

“He wants to hang, we probably shouldn’t show up together,” you trying to act like it doesn’t bug you that this whole thing is a secret.

Wonwoo takes the call and agrees to head over. He hangs up his phone and pulls his boxers and pants up and finishes getting dressed. You head off to your room to find something to wear. You were in nothing but a pair of leggings and a big shirt. Wonwoo stands in your doorway watching you as you pull out a sweater to wear.

“Did you want to head over together?” he asked.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” you ask knowing that the group will wonder why you drove over together.

“Probably not,” he says walking towards you.

“You should probably head over and I’ll meet you there,” you say as he stops in front of you. He looks down at and holds your face for a long moment before he leans down and presses his lips to yours for a heated kiss. Pulling away from you he smiles and says, “thank you for earlier. I need to return the favor.”

You stare at him unsure of what to say. Your body is screaming at you to tell him he can return the favor whenever, but your mind is too self conscious to say that.

“I’ll see you at Seungcheol’s,” you say, changing the subject.

“See you there,” he says before walking out of the apartment.

You hear your front door shut and you sit down on your bed and let out a heavy sigh before rubbing your face. You kept telling yourself that you needed to be confident when it comes to Wonwoo, that he clearly wants you, but you can’t help the walls that you have built up. You’ve had a few shitty ex boyfriends that have drained any self confidence you had.

Ten minutes after Wonwoo left your place you drove over to Seungcheol’s place. You’re greeted by Soonyoung and Mingyu hugging you, and Wonwoo gives you a simple hello as if he wasn’t naked on your couch not even a half hour ago. A bunch of the other boys have showed up. Vernon just arrived with his girlfriend and her roommate. In the living room everyone is sitting around drinking beer and hanging out. Standing in the kitchen with Soonyoung you can feel Wonwoo’s dark eyes on you. The tension between you is thick and you can’t help but wonder if the group has any clue if anything is going on.

Walking back into the living room you sit across from him.

You’re sitting on the couch when you feel your phone vibrate. Opening your phone you can’t help but smile as you read the text Wonwoo.

From Wonwoo: I would much rather have you naked right now.

Your cheeks burn as you read his text. You shoot him a look and he just smiles at you, well aware of what he’s doing.

“Come here,” Seungcheol says to catch your attention.

The rest of the evening you continue to hang out with the group. Wonwoo leaves long before you, he has dinner plans with some friends. The moment he leaves you feel all the sexual tension in your body is relieved.

You head home when the little party starts to die down. You head to your place and lay down in bed and scroll through your phone. You smile as you see you have a text from Wonwoo.

From Wonwoo: are you going to Soonyoung’s place tomorrow for the party?

From you: Yes I’ll be there.

It takes less than a minute before you receive another text from him that reads,

From Wonwoo: okay good. I think you should wear that pretty pink dress.

You know the exact dress he’s talking about. You wore it the night you shared your first kiss.

From you: Why should I wear that?

Another text quickly comes in that reads,

From Wonwoo: Because I’ll reward you with something that makes you feel good.

Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you read his text. You know exactly what he means and you have every single intention of wearing that dress. As you lay in bed you can’t wait to see Wonwoo tomorrow at the party. You know this is probably just a game of cat and mouse, but you think you’re finally ready to let something more really happen.

Loud music played throughout the house. Standing in Soonyoung’s backyard you watch your friends and lots of strangers were drinking and having a good time. Yuna standing next to you holding her drink she’s telling you about some dance audition she had earlier. Looking across the yard you find Wonwoo talking to Chan. Your eyes lock and he smiles at you. His dark eyes stay locked on you as he’s listening to Chan.

Yuna Notices right away that you aren’t fully paying attention and looks at you with a curious look. She asks you, “So who has your attention?”

You try your hardest not to panic as you look at her.You need to lie you can’t let her know you’re staring at Wonwoo.

“I was looking at Chan, he's over there talking with his hands and I was wondering what he was saying,” you lie.

“Oh,” she says, not bothering to ask you any more questions.

She walks inside to find Vernon and you make your way through the crowded house heading over towards the kitchen. You reach into the fridge and grab a bottle of water. You weren’t the type of person who really ever drank at these parties other than maybe one beer. Your friends tended to get a little crazy and sometimes needed someone to take care of them. Your whole life you had always been dubbed the mom friend, and from the moment you met Seungcheol and all your friends that didn’t change. You watch as Wonwoo and Chan are walking towards the kitchen.

“Hey (Y/N),” Wonwoo smiles.

“Hey boys,” you say looking over at Chan who is holding a beer.

“Where’s your drink?” Chan asks, noticing that you’re holding a bottle of water.

“I don’t feel like drinking tonight, and someone is going to have to make sure Soonyoung gets put to bed safely,” you say with a little laugh.

“Let’s be real, someone needs to take care of all their drunk asses,” Wonwoo says, shaking his head.

“I thought you were sober and not drinking tonight?” Chan asks.

“I think all of you need more than one person to take care of you,” you let out a little laugh.

“True,” Chan said before taking a drink of his beer.

Chan heads over to Swungkwan leaving you alone with Wonwoo. It’s rare that you and Wonwoo ever get a moment alone at an event with your friends. That might be why people don’t actually think something is going on between you. Literally nobody even has the slightest idea something is happening.

You’re leaning against the counter as he’s watching you. The tension between you is thick and you wish you could kiss him, but you knew that wasn’t an option. You don't need everyone in the room to know what’s going on between you.

“I see you wore the pink dress,” he says as his eyes travel up and down your soft body.

Looking down at your feet you can’t help but blush,”I wore it just for you.”

He steps closer to you so there isn’t much distance between you. Looking around you look to see if anyone is paying attention.

“I think I said that I would reward you for wearing this,” He leans closer as he whispers loud enough for only you to hear.

“Is that promise?” you look into his dark eyes that already look lust blown.

He nods and steps away from you. A shiver runs down your spine as he smirks at you.

“I look forward to that later,” you walk away from him. You feel his eyes on you as you walk off towards the bathroom. You need a moment alone, he managed to leave you feeling extremely flustered without even trying.

Walking into the bathroom you shut the door and took a deep breath. The sound of someone knocking on the door catches your attention.

“One minute,” you say softly. Whatever drunk girl that needed to use the restroom could wait a minute.

“It’s Wonwoo, let me in,” you hear him say on the other side.

Reaching forward you unlock the door and step back. He steps inside and shuts the door and locks it. You know this is dangerous that someone could have seen him come into the bathroom with you.

Leaning against the bathroom counter as he walks towards you like a hunter stalking his prey. He grips your soft hips and helps you sit on the edge of the bathroom counter. He stands between your legs and his large hands rest on your soft thighs.

“I need to kiss you,” he says leaning forward so his lips brush against yours.

“Then kiss me,” you say feeling bold.

He leans into your lips and wrapping your arms around his neck. Your lips move together and you thank god that he joined you in the bathroom. You weren’t sure if you would ever get over the feeling of his lips on yours. Never in your life have you ever felt the sparks you felt when you kissed Wonwoo. Pulling his lips away from yours he gently tugged on your bottom lip and you couldn't help the soft moan that passed your lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groans with his lips ghosting yours.

“You’re beautiful too,” you say. You aren’t sure you’ll ever get out how pretty he is.

“As soon as this party is over I’m going to make you feel good,” he says as he rubs your thigh under your dress. He leaves you wanting more as he pulls his hand away from your skin.

“Okay,” you say softly.

He leans forward and presses his lips to yours for another kiss before stepping away. You watch as he leaves the bathroom and you stay in there for a couple minutes hoping people wouldn’t notice you’re in there together.

Walking out of the bathroom you look around hoping nobody noticed you leaving shortly after Wonwoo.

The house is filled with too many people you didn’t know and loud music. You wander around alone contemplating how long you had to stay before acceptably being able to leave. You look off into the kitchen to find Wonwoo talking to Chan once again. As he watches you walk by you can feel his eyes burning into you. You find Yuna and Mia sitting on the couch and you walk over and sit next to them. They’re talking about Mia and Seokmin’s wedding and you know this is the perfect topic to keep your mind off of Wonwoo.

An hour passes when you notice Wonwoo is no longer at the party. He’s always been the type of person who leaves a party without telling anyone. You thought this situation might be a little different though.

At midnight you take this as your opportunity to say your goodbyes to the group. You drive home and you can’t help but feel a little nervous about seeing Wonwoo.

Laying in your bed you can’t seem to fall asleep. You’re on edge waiting to hear from Wonwoo in some capacity.

At two in the morning you butterflies fill your stomach at a text from him.

From Wonwoo: Can you pick me up?

You know that he wants you to pick him but because if anyone drives by and sees his car at your apartment at two in the morning it will be obvious that something is going on.

From you: can be there in ten. Meet me outside.

You’re playing with fire and you’re well aware of that. Since this thing started between you and Wonwoo you hadn’t ever picked each other up in the middle of the night. You knew that this wasn’t just going to be you guys hanging out and making out. Wonwoo had promised to make you feel good, and you knew that consisted of you taking your clothes off.

The drive to Wonwoo’s apartment is short and you find him outside waiting for you. You pull up to the curb and he jumps in and leans over to press his lips to yours for a soft kiss.

As you start driving he reaches over and rests his hand on your thigh. His thumb gently brushes against your skin sending a shiver down your spine.

The short drive to your place seems to drag on. It feels like an eternity as you pull into your parking spot.

Slowly getting out of your car you shut the door and take a deep breath. You watch as Wonwoo walks towards the front door. You’ve never been happier that you live alone.

Opening the door you walk inside. Looking over at the clock near the door it reads 2:45am. You know that this isn’t going to be an innocent make out session. He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks at you with lust filled eyes.

Taking a deep breath you tell yourself that you are ready for this. That you’re brave, that you’re a confident woman who loves her own body and is ready for this.

“Why do I feel like you’re overthinking this?” He steps towards you.

“Because I totally am overthinking everything right now,” you nervously smooth your dress down.

He reaches up and rests his hand on your arm and his dark eyes lock on yours, “what are you thinking about?”

Silently you stare at him for a long moment. You know you need to be honest with him. “What happens after tonight?”

He pushes his hand through his hair and stares back at you before he says, “what do you mean?”

“What happens after I finally have sex with you? Are we over because the thrill of the chase is over?” you hated that what you were asking was so brutally honest but you needed to know.

“Do you really think that little of me?” he says as if he is pretty hurt by your question.

“I’m trying to be realistic here. I know damn well I’m not your type,” your building up a wall in an attempt to save yourself.

He takes your face in both his hands and says, “this isn’t some game to me. I want you, because I really like you. This isn’t just about trying to have sex with you.” Butterflies flutter around your stomach as he leaves you at complete loss of words.

“Okay,” you say softly.

Leaning forward he presses his lips to yours while he’s still holding your face. Your lips move together for a heated kiss. The room feels like it’s spinning as you get wrapped up in his touch. His hands slowly move from holding your face to resting on your neck. Pulling your lips away from him you take a slow breath as you stare at him with lust blown eyes. He licks his lips as a smile plays on his face. He steps back and pulls his shirt off. The sight of him standing shirtless in front of you makes your mouth water.

“God how are you even real,” you groan as you reach out dragging your hands down his abs that seem to be cut from marble.

“I workout a lot,” he says ever so casually.

“I’m well aware,” you shake your head and look up at him.

“I see you’re still wearing the dress,” his hand moved up so they’re playing with the edge of your sleeve.

You nod silently.

“Can we take this off?”

You want to say no, but you need to be brave. He’s made this very clear that this isn’t some game to him.

“Yeah.”

He steps behind you and slides the zipper slowly down the back of your dress. You feel the cool air against your skin. You close your eyes as he reaches up and moves the dress of your shoulders. You stand in a pool of fabric and the cool air against your skin is a reminder of how bare you are.

The feeling of his lips against your bare shoulder snaps you out of your thoughts. Instinctually you wrap your arms across your stomach. His lips move to the side of your neck kissing the right spot that he knows drives you wild. With his lips ghosting your skin he says, “you’re so pretty.”

Your eyes pop open when you feel his lips move away from your skin. He stands in front of you as his dark eyes travel up and down your soft body. You’re on full display, and you’re worried he isn’t going to like what he sees.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he says as he works on unbuckling his belt.

You reach up and unclasp your bra, and work on taking it off as he takes off his pants, and his shoes.

You're both standing there in nothing but your underwear and your heart starts to race at what is going to come next. His lips are once again on your neck, but this time his hand hungry hands are roaming your curvy body. Biting your lips you hold back a moan as his lips move down to take one of your hardened nipples into his mouth. Your back arches against him craving his touch.

“We need to get to my bed or the coach,” you moan.

He removes his lips from your skin and smiles. Reach down, he takes your hand and leads you over to the couch. You sit down on the scene of your earlier crime where you gave him head yesterday. You watch as Wonwoo quickly walks over to his jeans that are on the floor where you had just been standing. He pulls a condom out of his wallet and tosses it back into the puddle of clothing on the floor. He walks back over to the couch and sets the foil packets on the coffee table and looks over at you for a moment.

“Do you want to continue?” he asks. You silently nod. “Please tell me you want more,” he says.

“Wonwoo I want every single part of you.”

“Okay,” he says as he pushes his boxers down. He once again stands in front of you completely naked and you aren’t sure if you’ll ever get over the sight of him naked. You fully understand why all women and men that encounter him always talk about how hot he is.

You stand up taking this as your cue to lose your own underwear. Hooking your fingers into your panties you push them down your thick thighs.

“Sit down on the couch,” he says.

Silently you listen and sit down on the couch. He kneels in front of you and looks at you like he’s about to eat you alive, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on to no end. His hands rest on each of your knees and push them apart slowly. He reaches up and grabs your butt pulling you closer to the edge of the couch. He kisses his way up your inner thigh until his lips brush the top of your mound. Closing your eyes you fight back moaning as he licks your already wet slit. Your fingers tangle in his hair as he laps at your bundle of nerves. He adds one of his long fingers into the mix. It’s not long before he has you completely on the edge and moaning his name. Another finger is added as he sucks on your clit. This man is very good with his fingers and his mouth. Your eyes about roll back in your head as the coil in your stomach feels like it’s tightening.

Tangling your fingers in his dark hair you hold him close to your wet core. “Won-“ his name is a broken cry as you're so close to the edge you can taste it. “Please-“

Your orgasm feels like a white hot wave as you come against his mouth.

Coming down from your high you stare at him with lust filled eyes. He stands sporting a proud smile at his handy look.

“I promised you I would make you feel good.”

Reaching down he picks up the foil packet and tears it open with his teeth. Your breathing is still uneven as you watch him slide the rubber down his hardened length. Sitting his glasses down on the coffee table. He sits down on the couch next to you, and automatically connects his lips to yours for a searing kiss. His fingers tangle in your hair as he moves to pull you onto his lap. You’re hovering over his cock as your lips continue to move together. Pulling your lips away from his you bit your bottom lip as you rest your hand on his tone chest. His hand moves to your soft hips and stares into your eyes as he guides you down his straining cock. Closing your eyes you moan as he stretches you in the best way possible. He bottoms out leaving you sitting on his thighs. Silently you stare at him taking in the feeling of him stretching you. He feels as if he was made for you. Reach up, taking his face in your hands and say, “oh my god you feel amazing.”

“Baby you feel incredible,” he groans.

Slowly you start moving your body up and down his length. His hands stay resting on your sides helping to guide your movement.

Your lips crash together and you roll your hips into his. This felt just like you hoped it would. Your hand talon into his shoulders as you moan into his lips. With each movement he’s pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He’s so big he’s stretching in the most delicious way.

His lips move down your next leaving a trail of gentle nips and wet kisses. All the oxygen feels like it’s being sucked out of the room as the coil in your stomach is tightening. Your finger snakes down and rubs your sensitive clit. All the nerves in your body feel like they’re alive as you’re getting closer and closer to the edge.

His dark eyes are locked on yours as he reaches up, taking your face in his hands. You close your eyes you roll your hip faster. Your knees are starting to burn but you don’t even care. You desperately want to come. “Look at me,” he groans. Opening your eyes. You stare at him as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. He thrusts up to meet each of your movements. He’s hitting just the right place as he lifts his hips thrusting into you.

When he pushes you over the edge you see stars. Your whole body burns and everything feels so warm. Throwing your head back you moan his name riding out your high. You roll your hips trying to help him find his own release. He catches you off guard when he moves both of you so you’re flat on your back and he’s hovering over you. He pauses for a moment. Leaning down, crashing his lips into yours. Pulling away he slides into you again. He rolls his hips into you over and over as you high wash over you.

Reaching up you tangle your fingers in his hair pulling him close to you. Your lips move together as his thrust grows sloppier. He groans your name as he finds his release.

He collapses on top of you and you can’t help but smile. He stays there for a long moment before he pulls himself of you. Slowly he walks off to the bathroom and discards the condom before walking back over and sitting on the couch next to you.

“Did you maybe want to lay in your bed together?” he asks, catching you off guard.

You nod your head and smile. You take his hand and lead him off to your room. Laying down in bed Wonwoo lays close to you and pulls your soft body close to his. It’s not long before you fall asleep in his arms. You aren’t sure what any of this means but you hope maybe one day you and Wonwoo can have something more than secret little moments together.

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Valentine's day with svt (Hip hop unit)

Genre: fluff fluff fluff.

Pairing: svt hhu unit x reader.

Warnings: none.

- Yuin's note: This is the part 3/3 of my valentine's day with svt special. This was supposed to be published two days ago, but shit happens. Anyways, better later than never, hope you enjoy it ♥ also, happy birthday my fellow Carat, take it as a gift for you ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

Seungcheol. Romantic dinner at home.

He promised to take you to a special place and it was quite a surprise when you came home to find that, actually, that special place was the one who came to your house.

When you stepped into your apartment, a sweet aroma greeted you. You walked towards the dining room, and there was a dim light illuminating the room, the table was set with a fine tablecloth and you noticed that, in the center of it, there was a scented candle lit.

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard Cheol’s voice and he came out of the kitchen, dressed as if he was ready for an elegant party.

“Good night, babe,” he said with a bright smile. “How was your day?”

“Good night…” your voice above a whisper, a little confused, “What… What is this?”

“Oh, just something different,” he walked towards the table and pulled out one of the chairs, “Come, have a seat”.

As you sat at the table, he went to the kitchen and came back with something with an amazing smell. You didn’t know exactly what was on the plate in front of you, but whatever it was, it also had a good look.

“It's my first time preparing this dish,” he said, joining the table with you, “And I wanted you to be the first person to try it”.

“But it looks amazing!” your compliments made him laugh in the cutest way possible, “Thanks Cheolie”.

“I love you, babe” He cleared his throat, “Bon appetit!”

Wonwoo. Museum date.

A quiet walk at the local museum to appreciate the beauty of art, the joy of spending quality time together and taking photos that will make you remember all the beautiful moments that you shared.

You were standing in front of a painting, your eyes wandering in its colors, when you heard a voice calling your name in a low tone.

“Hey, I wasn’t ready!” you complained making a little pout.

“Don’t worry, it looks good” Wonwoo showed you his phone, on the screen there was the photo he just took. “You always look good”.

You smiled faintly as he took your hand, intertwining their fingers with yours, and you both resumed walking. The local museum was never your first option for a date, but once you got there, it was worth it: The place was quiet and the beauty of every piece was haunting, almost ethereal.

Now you understand why Wonwoo was so excited to spend this day with you walking in the art museum.

“I didn’t know this place was this gorgeous” you whispered in awe, “I feel like I'm in a royal palace”.

Wonwoo chuckled, covering his mouth with one hand. “If you say so... Do you wanna go to the mirror’s room?”

“Do they have one of those here!? Let’s go!”

At the end of the day, your camera roll was filled with pictures of you and Wonwoo, and they looked amazing in the collage you made for him.

Mingyu. Dinner at an elegant restaurant.

He doesn’t mind cooking for you, actually he loves it. But this day is the perfect excuse to take you to a special place.

When Mingyu told you to wear your finest outfit, you couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind. The moment he parked in front of the most elegant restaurant in the city, you felt a little overwhelmed.

“Gyu… Do you think it’s okay?” your voice sounded almost like a shy whisper, “I mean, this place…”

“Why not?” he smiled at you, placing his hand on your knee, “is our special night, we deserve it.”

“But here… This place is expensive, and…”

However, before you could finish your sentence, he chimed in. “No, I won’t accept any complaints tonight. Okay?”

He was trying to look serious, but in a gentle and almost funny way; it made you feel a little comfortable.

“You have one only task for today, and it is having fun,” Mingyu added, as he held your hand, “And I won’t accept a no for answer”.

Mingyu gave you a lovestruck smile that made your cheeks a little warm, and you nodded while pressing your hand against his… And let’s be honest, how can you say “no” to him?

Vernon. Sleepover night.

There's nothing like spending the night awake with Vernon: Junk food, gossip, skin care and movies. Something so simple yet so special for the both of you.

“I bought the dinner as you told me,” he said putting the bag on the kitchen counter, “I tried this new place I talked about”.

“Oh, the one near your home?” you smiled, excited, “I can finally have those tacos you talked about so eagerly”.

“And, with delivery included” he smiled to himself, “okay, what do you wanna do first? Dinner, movie… That new face mask you just bought and been talking about for a whole week, maybe?”

You shrugged as you looked at him with guilty eyes. You just found this new store and you bought a lot of skin care, talking non-stop about how amazing it is and telling Vernon how much you wanted to try it with him.

“Sorry, but I needed to brag about it”

“I’m not complaining” Vernon walked towards you, letting a gentle kiss on your forehead, “You’re in charge tonight.”

You leaned closer and gave him a small kiss on his cheek, whispering a shy laugh as you walked out of the kitchen. “I’ll bring the skin care basket, wait for me in the living room”.

“Okay, then I’ll look for a movie. There’s something that I’ve been saving for this day”.

“Something?”

Vernon grinned at you, biting back a smile. “It’s a surprise”.

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mingtinys · 1 year ago

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what dating seventeen feels like

pairing : seventeen x gn!reader

headcanons , fluff , misc

warnings : none

word count : 1.1 k

requested ? no

a/n: just a small collection of the things i love in life that i associate with seventeen

choi seungcheol

falling asleep on the couch and waking up in bed. chocolate-covered strawberries. the kind of love found in romcoms. expensive dinner dates and champagne.

cologne that lingers on your clothes and bed sheets. tight, bone-crushing, hugs. his hand almost always under the hem of your shirt, skin to skin (it grounds him). him letting you win when you play wrestle. cute aggression victim.

having a rock to hold on to amidst a raging current.

yoon jeonghan

diving under a crashing wave to find calm, gentle, water. rollercoasters with big drops. feathers. lavender fields. leaving the theater and realizing night has fallen.

always saying the same thing at the same time (it scares seokmin). naps on the couch. sending each other pictures of weird-looking animals with the caption "you" or "us." partners in crime. braiding his hair.

having not only a boyfriend but a best friend in jeonghan.

joshua hong

warm blankets, fresh from the dryer. pancakes and orange juice in the morning. raw honey. the scent of freshly baked bread. scented candles and wax melts.

lives up to the gentleman title. opens doors, bides by the sidewalk rule, lends you his jacket, etc. acts! of! service!! fighting over who pays the bill (he's actually ambushed your waiter to pay before you can even see the check). domestic, mundane, slice-of-life type of love.

a honeymoon phase that never ends.

wen junhui

walking down empty streets without a care in the world. morning cartoons. clingy cats. ice cream for dinner. frozen pizza with red wine. airport liminal space hours.

taking pictures of sunsets to send to each other. doodling on his hand. staying up until 3am accidentally. back hugs galore. resting his chin atop your head. him getting as close as possible when showing him something on your phone (i'm talking cheek smooshed up against yours). sleepy jun asking for kisses every morning.

living life in the moment because you know the future can wait for you two.

kwon soonyoung

energetic snow days. sledding, snowball fights, building snowmen. energy drinks and all-nighters. watermelon sugar. summer bonfires. the ambiance of muffled music through club bathrooms.

zoo dates. always wins you the biggest prizes at carnivals. his favorite place to nap is your lap. sweaty post-dance practice hugs. he gets pouty if you start a tv show without him. baking brownies at 3am. talks about you non-stop to anyone who will (or won't) listen.

excitement that isn't momentary or overwhelming. excitement that makes life meaningful.

jeon wonwoo

tulips blooming in the spring. waxing gibbous moons. amethyst. resting after a long, busy day. the scent of old, yellowed books. rhythmic clicking of a keyboard. warm, smooth, riverbank stones.

re-adjusting his glasses for him after every kiss. let's you design his character's outfits in video games. tells you about the book he's reading like it's gossip. he's always taking candid photos of you. quiet mornings. elderly couples who see you two are reminded of how they fell in love.

defining love not by how much it's said, but by how it's felt.

lee jihoon

thunderstorms that lull you to sleep. shiny, red guitars coming to life with smooth melodies. the crackle of a fire. rosemary. empty highways at night. lightning that strikes twice.

morning coffee dates at home. napping on his studio sofa while he works. quality! time! absolutely spoils you every chance he gets. pretends to act all cool when you catch him staring. writing songs for you. his hand routinely finds your knee when he's anxious. he prefers intimate and private acts of affection to the alternative.

cherishing all the little things that make your relationship important.

lee seokmin

wishing on dandelions. blue skies. morning dew on grass. golden hour. that burning sensation you get in your lungs when laughing too hard. iced lattes.

always asking permission to kiss you. so, so attentive. falling asleep on facetime. pillow forts. lots, and lots, and lots of nose kisses. him never wanting to leave you in the morning. "five more minutes" type of guy. his favorite feeling in the world is making you laugh.

finally knowing what it means to love someone so much you'd give the world for them.

kim mingyu

sleeping by a window with the sun warming your skin. hearing your favorite song on the radio. silky white sheets. first date jitters. first love. receiving a bouquet of roses.

admires you so, so, much. talks about you 24/7, much to his members' annoyance. (jk, they love you, they just like to tease him about it). literally a sponge the way he starts picking up your habits and slang. he's physically incapable of rejecting your puppy-dog eyes. likes to lay sprawled out on top of you. he'll often seek you out if he needs a little extra support.

the feeling that comes with knowing you've found "the one."

xu minghao

the autumn leaves changing. winter constellations. a solar eclipse. the quiet of a house before everyone wakes. those cozy granny-square blankets. white wine. laughing at scary movies.

wine and painting nights. him always making two cups of tea. art museum dates. swaying together to music in the kitchen. him secretly being a sucker for your doting. has your mannerisms memorized and prides himself on it. somehow always knows what to say when you're feeling down.

growing, learning, and experiencing life alongside each other.

boo seungkwan

warm, summer air. mystery flavored lollipops that somehow taste like every flavor all at once. rosy red cheeks.

teasing each other and inside jokes. nicknames like loser, stupid-head, idiot etc. (affectionate). hours long gossip sessions. kisses that taste of coffee and tangerine chapstick. stars in his eyes whenever you're doing literally anything. having his undivided attention.

resident happy pill and mood-maker seungkwan knowing he can let his mask fall around you without judgement.

hansol vernon chwe

watching city lights blur past in the passenger seat of a car at night. cereal at 1am. falling asleep while watching tv. poorly handmade, yet meaningful gifts. assorted candies. buying road trip snacks.

communicating with a single look. ice cream dates in the middle of winter. speaking purely in movie and tiktok references. late-night conversations that take a weird turn. (you've once debated if aliens would like pineapple on pizza). pretending not to notice how shy he gets when initiating physical affection.

loving the strange, bad, and hidden parts of each other as much as the good.

lee chan

the comforting buzz and motion of a subway at night. toothy smiles. watching reruns of your favorite childhood show. surprise parties. the first snow of the new year. concert lights.

driving at 2am, singing at the top of your lungs. random dance parties in the living room. getting noise complaints and giggling about it. pillow fights and board games, competitive, yet both trying to let the other win cause it'll make them happy. asking him to open jars. him getting exceptionally giddy to open said jars. (you're completely capable, but know he likes to feel needed).

making each other's inner child feel safe.

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thirteenheavens · 7 months ago

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what about size kink wonwoo who gets super possessive when he sees you wearing his shirt/hoodie and its too big on you 👀

I’ve got such a treat for you anon hope you enjoy :D

Wonwoo had a penchant for oversized clothing, often preferring to wear baggy hoodies and sweatpants that hung loosely off his body. And when he saw you wearing one of his shirts, it was like something inside him snapped.

The shirt was too big for you, the sleeves hanging down over your hands and the hem falling to mid-thigh. It practically swallowed you whole, making you look small and delicate compared to his larger frame.

Wonwoo couldn't take his eyes off you, his gaze darkening with a possessive hunger as he took in the sight of you in his clothes.

He stalked towards you, his movements slow and deliberate as he approached. His eyes raked over your body, taking in every inch of you that was covered by his shirt.

"You look so good in my clothes," he said, his voice low and rough with desire. "Like you're mine."

He reached out, his fingers tracing over the hem of the shirt that hung off your shoulder. His touch sent shivers down your spine, a wave of heat coursing through you at his possessive touch.

Wonwoo took another step closer, closing the distance between you until you were pressed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, his hands sliding beneath the oversized shirt to grip your hips.

"Mine," he repeated, his voice almost a growl. "All mine."

He nuzzled his face into your neck, inhaling the scent of his shirt mixed with your own. It was a heady combination, and it only served to fuel his possessive urges even more.

He began to kiss and nip at your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin as he marked you with bites and hickeys. He wanted everyone to know that you were his, that you belonged to him and only him.

His hands roamed over your body, his touch possessive and claiming as he touched every inch of skin that was exposed by the oversized shirt.

Wonwoo pulled back from your neck, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at you. He smirked, his grip on your hips tightening.

"Keep the shirt on," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I want to see you wearing nothing but my shirt while I take you."

You nodded, a shiver of anticipation running through you at his words. You loved when he got like this, all possessive and dominant, taking control and making you his in every way possible.

Wonwoo wasted no time, his hands lifting you up effortlessly and carrying you over to the bed. He laid you down on the mattress, his eyes roaming over your body as he admired the sight of you in his shirt.

He climbed onto the bed after you, his body hovering over yours as he settled between your legs. He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a deep, possessive kiss.

His hands slid beneath the shirt again, pushing it up to reveal your stomach and chest. He groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over your skin as he touched and teased you.

Wonwoo broke the kiss, pulling back to sit up on his knees. He reached for the hem of his own shirt, pulling it off in one fluid motion and tossing it aside.

He sat there for a moment, his chest bare and his muscles flexing as he looked down at you. His eyes were filled with a hungry intensity, his gaze drinking in the sight of you sprawled out beneath him in his shirt.

He made quick work of his pants, undoing the button and zipper and shoving them down his legs. He kicked them off to the side, leaving him clad only in his boxers.

His eyes never left your body as he leaned back down, his chest now pressing against yours. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, his skin hot against yours as he settled his weight on top of you.

He captured your lips in another kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth as he claimed you with a possessive hunger. His hands roamed over your body, his touch both gentle and demanding as he touched and caressed you.

He began to grind his hips against yours, his erection pressing against you through the thin fabric of his boxers.

You moaned into the kiss, arching your back and pressing your body closer to his. You could feel the evidence of his desire, his hard length grinding against your core through the layers of fabric.

Wonwoo broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your jawline and neck. He nipped and sucked at your skin, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake as he made his way down to your chest.

He sat up again, his chest heaving with exertion as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were dark with desire, his hands shaking slightly as he reached for the waistband of his boxers.

With a swift movement, he pushed them down his legs and kicked them off, leaving him completely naked and exposed.

He looked down at you, his gaze roaming over your body as he took in the sight of you beneath him, wearing only his shirt.

"You look so good like this," he said, his voice rough with need. "All mine, wearing my shirt and nothing else."

Wonwoo let out a low growl, his control slipping even further.

"I need to be inside you," he said, his voice rough and desperate. "I need to claim you, to mark you as mine in every way possible."

Wonwoo didn't waste any more time. He positioned himself between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wider.

He lined himself up with your entrance, his eyes locked on yours as he slowly pushed inside. He groaned as he felt you clench around him, the tight heat of your body driving him wild with pleasure.

He pushed in deeper, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he bottomed out inside you. He stayed still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size, but his patience was running thin.

"You feel so good," he gritted out, his eyes squeezed shut as he struggled to maintain control. "So tight and perfect around me."

He began to move, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in with a hard snap of his hips. He set a fast, rough pace, his body slamming into yours with a force that had you gasping and clinging to him.

His hands roamed over your body, touching and squeezing everywhere they could reach. He was lost in the sensation of being inside you, the possessive urge to claim you completely overwhelming his senses.

"Mine," he repeated, the word a mantra on his lips as he pounded into you. "You're mine, all mine."

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss as he continued to thrust into you. His tongue plundered your mouth, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he devoured you completely.

As he continued to thrust into you, his pace becoming even more frantic and desperate, he suddenly grabbed the shirt you were wearing.

He pulled on it, his eyes locked on the way the fabric stretched across your body, the way it hugged your curves and accentuated your form.

"Fuck," he growled, his grip on the shirt tightening. "You look so good in my shirt. It's like a claim of ownership."

He suddenly pulled back, stopping his movements for a moment. He sat back on his knees, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

He stared down at you, his eyes raking over your body once again. You were a sight to behold - his shirt half-buttoned and wrinkled, your hair messy and tangled from his touch, your lips swollen from his kisses.

He took in the sight of you, his expression a mix of possessiveness and adoration.

Wonwoo's eyes darkened at your words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He reached down and grabbed the hem of the shirt again, his fingers curling tightly around the fabric.

He pulled you up into a sitting position, his hands gripping your hips as he guided you onto his lap. You straddled him, your arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled you flush against his chest.

He looked up at you, his eyes blazing with need as he started to move again. He held you in place with one hand, the other still gripping the shirt tightly as he began to thrust up into you from below.

The new position allowed him to go even deeper, the angle hitting you in all the right spots. You moaned and gasped, your head falling back as he pounded into you relentlessly.

Wonwoo took advantage of your exposed neck, his lips and teeth finding their way to your sensitive skin once again. He nipped and sucked at your throat, marking you with a possessive trail of hickeys that would be impossible to hide.

He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his control slipping away as he lost himself in the sensation of being inside you.

"I'm not going to last much longer," he growled against your skin, his grip on the shirt tightening even more. "You feel too good, too perfect."

He began to move even faster, his hips bucking up into you with a desperate urgency. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving as he struggled to hold on for just a little bit longer.

"Come for me," he ordered, his voice rough and demanding. "I want to feel you come undone around me."

His words were like a trigger, sending you hurtling over the edge. You cried out his name, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

Your inner walls clenched around him, squeezing him tightly as you rode out your orgasm. The sensation was enough to push him over the edge as well, and with a guttural groan, he spilled himself inside you, his hips jerking erratically as he came.

He held you tightly against him as he came down from his high, his body shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure. He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he tried to catch his breath.

He stayed inside you for a few moments, relishing in the feeling of being so close to you. Finally, he pulled out, gently laying you back down on the bed.

He collapsed beside you, his chest still heaving as he tried to regain his composure. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and tender.

"That was... amazing," he said, his voice hoarse. "You're amazing."

#kpop smut #kpop fanfic #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #seventeen #svt smut #wonwoo smut #seventeen wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #svt wonwoo

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cheolieji · 3 months ago

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I would love doll part 2; it could be the members finding out about yn and wonwoo together

Doll pt 2 - jeon wonwoo

wc: 607

pairing: 14thmember!reader x wonwoo

Idol au

14th member fic

guide for requesting on my page [17] check the (pink highlighted) text

PART 1 (Doll part 1)

send requests guysss!

A/N: sorry this took a while, some shit happened at home and I was in Thailand for a few days

also I brought a cat home from Thailand lmaoo

The morning after was quiet. Comfortable. The kind of warm silence that wrapped around you like a blanket. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep tangled up in Wonwoo, but neither of you really tried to stop it either.

You thought you could sneak back into your own room before the rest of the members noticed.

You were wrong.

You walked into the shared suite kitchen wearing your robe, hair loosely tied up. The marks on your neck weren’t that obvious, but apparently nothing got past these boys.

The moment you stepped in, everything stopped. Conversations. Chewing. Breathing.

Jun stared. Jeonghan raised a brow. Dino dropped his toast.

And then Wonwoo walked in after you. Same clothes from the night before. Hands in his pockets. Calm as ever.

“Morning,” he said, heading straight for the coffee machine.

That was when all hell broke loose.

“No. Absolutely not,” Seungkwan said, pointing between the two of you.

Joshua looked like he was trying to solve a math equation. “You came out of the same room.”

“You’re glowing,” Jeonghan added, narrowing his eyes at you. “And he looks like he hasn’t slept.”

Minghao blinked. “Did you?”

You cleared your throat. “We just—”

“Don’t say friends,” seungkwan said firmly, arms crossed.

Vernon, ever the quiet observer, tilted his head. “So are you guys, like, a thing now?”

Wonwoo looked at you, eyes soft but sure. Then he turned back to the group.

“Yeah. We’re dating.”

Just like that. No hesitation. No drama. Just truth.

You braced yourself.

Mingyu’s jaw dropped. “Since when?”

“Who confessed first?” Seokmin asked, leaning forward with a grin.

“I swear if you make her cry, I’ll break your knees,” Srungcheol said. He was half-joking. Probably.

“Did you kiss her last night?” Jeonghan asked with a smirk. “Or was it before that?”

You covered your face with your hands. “You guys are so annoying.”

Woozi, from the corner, simply muttered, “I knew something was up when he refused to switch seats with her last week.”

“Are you happy?” Seungcheol asked, quiet now.

You looked at Wonwoo. He was already looking at you.

“Yeah,” you said. “I really am.”

Wonwoo smiled, small and soft, just for you.

“Then we’re good,” Seungcheol said. “Now sit down and eat before Jeonghan starts making up details none of us asked for.”

Too late.

Jeonghan grinned. “So was it gentle or rough?”

You threw a pillow at him.

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amyzworldds · 3 months ago

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Title: Love Stays

Masterlist

On the eve of Wonwoo’s enlistment, Y/N prepares a simple, heartfelt meal. Candlelight glows, blankets wait, and two hearts share a tender evening, clinging to every moment. Pairing: Wonwoo x reader Genre: Fluff with a hint of light angst

The soft hum of the oven filled the quiet kitchen as Y/N stood there, arms wrapped tightly around herself, staring at the glass door where the brownies were slowly rising. The smell of chocolate was supposed to be comforting, but it wasn’t. Not today. Tomorrow, Wonwoo would be gone—off to fulfill his mandatory military service—and the thought of two whole years without him was suffocating her. Five years of dating, five years of navigating his chaotic idol life, and she’d gotten used to the distance his job demanded. But this? This was different. No late-night texts, no spontaneous calls, no stolen moments when he’d surprise her after a long tour. Just silence. Two years of silence.

She’d been extra clingy all day, trailing after him like a shadow. Normally, Wonwoo wasn’t one for skinship—he’d tease her about being a koala with how much she’d drape herself over him—but today, he hadn’t pushed her away. He’d let her hold his hand, let her rest her head on his shoulder, even let her curl up beside him in his game room earlier while he played. But she couldn’t sit still. Her mind wouldn’t stop spinning, and she’d started rambling—words tumbling out about how much she’d miss him, how empty the apartment would feel, how she didn’t know how she’d survive without him.

“Jagiya,” Wonwoo had said, pausing his game and turning to her with that calm, steady gaze of his. “You’re thinking too much again. Why don’t you bake something? You always say it helps you feel better.”

She’d nodded, mostly because she didn’t want to burden him more than she already had. He’d been so composed about it all—his enlistment, the goodbyes, the fans crying online. Meanwhile, she was falling apart.

Now, alone in the kitchen, the dam broke. Tears slipped down her cheeks, hot and silent, as she pressed a hand to her mouth to muffle the sob threatening to escape. The oven timer hadn’t gone off yet, but she couldn’t see the brownies through the blur of her tears anyway. Two years, she thought. Who am I going to talk to when I have a bad day? Who’s going to hold me when I can’t sleep? Who’s going to tell me I’m enough when I feel like I’m drowning? The weight of it crushed her, and she sank to the floor, knees pulled to her chest, crying into her arms.

She didn’t hear the soft shuffle of footsteps until a familiar voice broke through her quiet breakdown.

“Y/N?”

Wonwoo stood in the doorway, his tall frame leaning slightly against the frame, glasses perched on his nose. He’d abandoned his game, the glow of the screen long forgotten. His brows furrowed as he took in the sight of her—curled up on the kitchen floor, shoulders shaking, face streaked with tears.

She wiped her eyes quickly, trying to pull herself together. “I-I’m fine,” she stammered, voice cracking. “The brownies are almost done. I just… I just got something in my eye.”

He didn’t buy it. Not for a second. With a sigh, he crossed the room and crouched down in front of her, his hands hovering awkwardly for a moment before settling on her knees. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?”

She let out a shaky laugh, but it quickly dissolved into another sob. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, covering her face with her hands. “I’m trying so hard to be okay with this, Wonwoo. I really am. But I can’t—I can’t stop thinking about how much I’m going to miss you. Two years, Wonwoo. Two years without you. I don’t know how to do that.”

His expression softened, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just watched her, his usually stoic demeanor cracking at the edges. Then, gently—almost hesitantly—he reached out and pulled her hands away from her face, holding them in his.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Look at me.”

She did, reluctantly, her teary eyes meeting his. There was something steady in his gaze, something that anchored her even as her world felt like it was crumbling.

“I’m not disappearing,” he said. “I’m just… going away for a little while. I’ll still be here, in all the ways that matter. You think I’d leave you completely alone? You’re stuck with me, Y/N, whether I’m physically here or not.”

“But it’s not the same!” she cried, her voice rising with desperation. “I can’t just call you when I need you. I can’t hug you when I’m falling apart like this. I can’t—I can’t feel you, Wonwoo. And I’m so scared that I’m going to forget what it’s like to have you with me. What if… what if I can’t hold on that long?”

His grip on her hands tightened, and for the first time that day, she saw a flicker of something raw in his eyes—something that mirrored her own fear. “You think I’m not scared too?” he admitted, his voice quieter now, almost a whisper. “I’ve been trying to act like it’s no big deal because I didn’t want you to worry more than you already are. But I’m terrified, Y/N. I don’t know how I’m going to get through two years without hearing your voice every day, or seeing you smile, or feeling you next to me. You’re my home. And I’m leaving that behind.”

Her breath hitched, fresh tears spilling over. “Then why does it feel like I’m the only one breaking?”

“You’re not,” he said, shaking his head. “I just hide it better. But seeing you like this? It’s killing me. I hate that I’m doing this to you.”

“You’re not doing it to me,” she sniffled, reaching out to cup his face. “It’s just… life. I know that. I just don’t know how to let you go.”

He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes for a moment before pulling her into his arms. She melted against him, clinging to his sweater like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “You don’t have to let me go,” he murmured into her hair. “Not really. I’ll text or call. Every chance I get. And when I’m back, I’m never leaving your side again. I promise.”

She buried her face in his chest, her tears soaking into the fabric. “You better keep that promise, Jeon Wonwoo. Because I’m going to be counting every single day until you’re home.”

“I will,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “And when I get back, I’m marrying you. No more waiting.”

She froze, pulling back just enough to look up at him. “What?”

He gave her a small, lopsided smile, brushing a tear from her cheek. “You heard me. Two years is long enough to figure out what I already know. I want you forever, Y/N. So don’t give up on me, okay?”

Her heart stuttered, a mix of joy and sorrow crashing over her. “Okay,” she whispered, nodding through her tears. “Okay.”

The oven timer dinged behind them, but neither of them moved. They stayed there, wrapped in each other, holding on to the last night they had before everything changed.

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That night, the kitchen was bathed in a soft, golden glow, the air carrying the comforting scent of garlic and simmering broth. Y/N had kept it simple but special for their last night together: a pot of creamy mushroom soup, warm and velvety, paired with crusty garlic bread she’d toasted to golden perfection. For dessert, she’d made a small batch of cinnamon-sugar churros—crisp on the outside, soft inside, dusted with sweetness. The table was modest but romantic, draped with a soft cloth and lit by a single candle, its flame flickering gently between two mismatched mugs of hot tea. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was them—quiet, warm, and full of love.

In the living room, she’d crafted a nest of blankets and pillows, fairy lights twinkling above like a starry sky. They’d cuddle there later, watch a movie, and hold each other close. She knew Wonwoo wasn’t one for skinship, but tonight, she’d cling to him shamelessly, and she was determined to make it a memory they’d both carry.

Meanwhile, Wonwoo was in his room, hunched over his duffel bag, folding clothes with care. His glasses slipped down his nose as he muttered about forgetting something—toothpaste, maybe?—too absorbed to notice Y/N’s quiet preparations.

She stepped back, hands on her hips, smiling at her work. The soup bubbled gently on the stove, the bread sat piled on a plate, and the churros waited under a cloth. She tugged at the sleeves of Wonwoo’s oversized sweater—stolen from his closet, still smelling faintly of him—and waited, her heart full.

“Jagiya?” Wonwoo’s voice floated from the bedroom, soft but curious. He zipped his bag and stood, stretching. When no answer came, he called again. “Y/N?” Silence. His chest tightened. Is she crying again? He couldn’t take it if she was. Pushing his glasses up, he stepped out, voice tinged with worry. “Y/N, are you okay? Are you crying?”

“Surprise!” Y/N’s voice chimed, bright and warm, as he entered the living room. She threw her arms up with a shy, proud grin, standing by the candlelit table. The single flame danced in her eyes, lighting up her face with that bubbly spark he loved.

Wonwoo paused, taking it in—the simple spread, the soft light, the way she looked in his sweater. His lips curved into a tender smile, and before he could stop himself, he crossed the room and pulled her into his arms, holding her close. His chin rested on her head as he breathed her in.

“You did this?” he murmured, voice low and warm. “For me?”

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, hugging him back. “I’m sorry for being so dramatic today. I just wanted tonight to feel special. No tears, no e word. Just us. Like a little date.”

He pulled back, quirking an eyebrow. “The e word?”

“You know…” She pouted, her lip jutting out cutely. “Enlisting.” She whispered it like a secret, then shook her head. “Nope! Not talking about it! This is a no-e-word zone!”

Wonwoo chuckled, the sound soft and deep, and before she could protest, he leaned down and kissed her—a gentle, lingering kiss that tasted faintly of the tea she’d sipped earlier. “You’re ridiculous,” he said, smiling against her lips. “But I love it.”

She scrunched her nose, still pouting. “Don’t laugh at me! I’m serious!”

“I know,” he teased, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “And this is perfect. Come on, let’s eat. It smells amazing.”

They sat across from each other, the candle casting a warm glow over their faces. Wonwoo dipped his spoon into the soup, the creamy warmth spreading through him as he took a sip. “Y/N,” he said, looking at her with a playful glint. “Did you put magic in this? It’s too good.”

She laughed, tearing a piece of garlic bread and popping it into her mouth. “Nope, just love. I wanted it to feel like home for you.”

He smiled, softer this time, reaching for her hand across the table. “It does. You always make everything feel like home.”

Her cheeks warmed, and she squeezed his hand back, her pout fading into a shy grin. “Okay, stop being sweet. You’ll make me cry, and I said no tears.”

“Fine,” he said, letting go to grab a piece of bread. “But you know, every day off I get, I’m coming back for this. Soup, bread, you. And you can visit me too.”

She groaned, dropping her spoon to cover her ears. “La la la, I’m not listening! No e word talk!”

He laughed, louder this time, the sound wrapping around her like a hug. “Okay, I give up. You win.”

After the soup and bread, they shared the churros, the cinnamon sugar dusting their fingers as they fed each other bites. “You’re messy,” Wonwoo teased, brushing a speck of sugar from her lip with his thumb.

“You’re messier,” she shot back, licking her fingers and grinning. “I saw you drop half a churro on your lap.”

“Lies,” he said, smirking as he leaned over to kiss her again, tasting the sweetness on her lips. “You’re just distracting me.”

They moved to the blanket pile, a small plate of churros between them, and started his favorite movie. But Y/N ignored the screen, climbing into his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. She peppered his face with kisses—his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose—until he was laughing beneath her.

“Y/N,” he groaned, trying to nudge her off. “You’re like a clingy puppy tonight.”

“A love puppy,” she corrected, kissing his jaw. “And you’re stuck with me. I’m getting all my cuddles in now.”

He sighed, but his arms settled around her, pulling her closer. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, resting his forehead against hers.

“And you love it,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Say it.”

“Fine,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “I love it. I love you.”

She smiled, snuggling into his chest. “Good. Now hold me tighter. I’m not letting go.”

He snorted, but his fingers started tracing lazy circles on her back, and she could feel the steady thump of his heartbeat under her cheek. The movie played on, but neither of them paid much attention—too wrapped up in the quiet, silly, perfect little world they’d built for the night.

“Two years is nothing,” she mumbled later, half-asleep against his sweater. “I’ve got you forever, right?”

He pressed a kiss to her temple, his voice soft. “Forever. You’re my home, Y/N.”

And as she drifted off, wrapped in his arms and the scent of cinnamon, she knew it was true.

--------------------------------------------------------------an: aaAaAAAaaa!!! I already miss Wonwoo—let’s all cry huhuhuhu!😭

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